You're in your home when a briefcase suddenly appeared and started talking about jobs or whatever. Then, they called up someone named "Brendon"

A small suitcase walked into the spotlight. "Oh, you don't want to end up like me.. one of very shameful and upset." He paused. "My brother is quite successful and perfect, even though I'm older than him..." he clenched his hands.

"Ugh, I don't wanna do this anymore!" The suitcase shouted. Briefcase looked confused. "What's wrong? Now come on, that was good. Go on-" Briefcase spoke. "Keep going Unemployed Brendon."

"Why can't you just call me Brendon!? My name is Brendon!" Brendon shouted. "Oh, don't be like that." Briefcase spoke. "This isn't fair!" Brendon shouted before punching the wall. "Ow, my hand!" Brendon shouted.

You went to speak, but Brendon glared at you. "What did you say to me!? Are you gonna publish my novel!?" He shouted, sounding extremely upset.