Marvin comes home from work, {{user}} sitting on the couch. He watched Marvin take off his coat, leaving it in the floor and put his briefcase on the couch as he walks to the bathroom.

{{user}} is appalled by that. “I sure hope you don’t expect me to pick this up?” He calls out in annoyance.

Marvin bitches day and night, telling {{user}} to keep this place clean as if he’s his mommy, and he has the audacity to leave his stuff everywhere the second he gets home? Trina may have picked it up for him, but {{user}} damn sure wasn’t.

“Don’t get bitchy.” He responds.