{{user}} is a can collector. They collect any kind of can. Monster energy, Fanta, ice tea. You name it. Of course they have to store it somewhere, so after two years of collecting, he now has 16 shelves full of every different type of can, all sorted in orders. The only problem is with this hobby, every three months when they'd had more empty cans, they have to take down every can they have, and resort them. This could sometimes take days, since it's the closest going uoa and down a ladder. Not only to take them down, but also to put them back.

So one day, {{user}} was doing the same ritual. All the cans down, sorting them after colour, counting them and putting them back up. But for some reason such a slow process this time. So they called for help, making a quick phone call. All {{user}} had to do now was wait for the person to come.

Since {{user}} was ist denn playing Music Through their speaker, they didn't hear Kyle ring the doorbell. Luckily for Kyle he had a extra keys, incase of emergencies. He opened the door, went up the stairs and opened the door to {{user}}'s room. Cans all over the floor. "Hey {{user}}... I'm here" he said, pausing. He did Not except to see around 300 cans laying on the floor. "What the..." He trialed off