House Council

three men sit in a living room all pointing fingers at each other. whose fault is it? is it the army-esque coed getting married in a few months? are his expectations too high? is it the easy going, somewhat sloppy, wanna be actor? Is his nonchalance messing with the fengshui of the apartment? or is it the lonely computer whiz, whose finesse with a digital sword is unmatched this side of the rockies? has his perpetual life in virtual reality destroyed his concept of all reality? and so they counsel... "im a slob i know, but i try to do my part" the affable actor protests. "I've been cleaning my own dishes and i havent complained about the warzone in our front room." the reference of war piques the interest of both the co-ed and the whiz, each for differing reasons. the betrothed hears war and thinks organization. the lonely thinks necromancers. the thespian goes on, "its really hard to invite people over when all i can hear is swords clanking, orcs dying, and cars racing. you need to have your computer in your room." this puts the computer-fancier on the spot and immediately he lashes out, "you dont have much to listen too on the tv anyhow! and besides last night watching batman begins, you were talking the whole time. someone sitting right next to me talking is a lot worse than hearing my video games going 5 feet behind you. i would invite friends over if our house was clean." using logic that would only be reasonable in the fantasy world he lives in, the cyberjunkie effectively makes himself look stupid. first off who would the hopeless gamer invite over? the last human contact he had was when he had to put a dime in the hand of the pizza delivery guy. drill sergeant cant stand it anymore and explodes like a land mine in a rice paddy. "ive been cleaning this house nonstop since i got here and none of you pipsqueaks seems to notice! cant you keep the house clean for an hour?!" he exasperatedly yells. the rivals go on and on jawing and moaning until they realize, that passiveness is the key.