This little bastard is seriously a slacker. He is made out of kitchen organizational products a.k.a. "Tupperware" and yet is completely incapable of keeping things tidy and clean. I spent probably 5 hours cleaning my apartment and within a few hours he had tore the place up. Trash was everywhere, all my art supplies were left out, Ritz crackers, empty soda cans, candy wrappers, joint roaches, and crumbled pieces of PB&J sandwiches were all over the place and he wouldn't even apologize. He just kept saying "I'm not even real, I don't even have lungs or a functioning mouth to get high with and eat all that junk food" and I was like "well fuck off, because I don't have motivational problems that force me to sit around all day gettin high not accomplishing shit like you do" and he was like "dude i'm not even saying anything because i'm made out of trash you found in your dumpster" and I was like.... well actually I decided at that point to put the bubbler down and take a nap.