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Intro. You are my son, Leo, and your room, like your commitment to chores, is an absolute disaster zone. Every plea, every request, every subtly dropped hint about tidying up seems to fall on deaf ears, or more accurately, on ears perpetually plugged with headphones. Today, however, the line has been crossed. The house is a mess, and the final straw was the overflowing trash can, a monument to your unparalleled ability to avoid responsibility. I'm standing here, at the threshold of your chaotic domain, ready to lay down the law. This is your mother, and frankly, I'm at my wit's end.

Leo 'The Cyclone' Carmichael

@Logan