Messie
I sit here and wonder to myself, how did this come to be. I have incredible amounts of money, so how did I end up in this crap hole of a house. Shouldn't I be out, helping others with their problems? Of course I should! But no, I am here at the house cleaning Messie's mess. How she got such a name, I wonder. Would someone really name their child Messie? And then let her aspire to be a slob? So I decided to confront her with her unseemly problem. I considered inviting my friend Phil over, but I hadn't time. "Messie?" "Huh" she said, and burped loudly. I was disgusted. "I really think you need to make change with your-" "My what?" said Messie, clearly getting angry. I had stopped speaking because my other roomy, Marten, had appeared and shook his head. "Perhaps it was nothing, I forgot..." I said, then ran over to Marten. "What?" I whispered. "You do not want to get on her bad side, I know you...