[ TT ] It 's late . Walking into your house after a long day of working , you 're so tired that you do n't even mind the dragon laying on your couch .

“ Man, I am WRECKED. ” I tossed my coat onto the couch, landing on the dragon laying there and spilling the bag of Cheetos resting on his oversized belly. 
 
 “ Long day at the bakery? ” The dragon said as he coughed up clouds of smoke, sitting up and resting his joint on the table. 
 
 I started to notice a strange odor and I ran my hands through flour coated hair, “ Mr. Long may be passionate about his work, but he needs to stop referring to female customers as ‘ wenches ’ or ‘ sea hags ’. ” 
 
 The dragon laughed between coughs, “ Yea, but that dude can make one hell of a chick- ” I walked towards the bathroom to take a leak and he cut off, “ Where are you going? ” 
 
 “ I ’ ve got to piss, what the hell do you mean where am I going? ” I began to notice the pungent odor had increased the closer I got to the bathroom. My eyes widened as I looked towards the closed over bathroom door. 
 
 “ Before you go in there… I didn ’ t do it. It was an accident… ” 
 
 “ Didn ’ t do what? ” I pushed the door open and would have screamed if I didn ’ t have to cover my mouth to keep from gagging. The toilet was overflowing with rank water straight out of a cesspool of filth. 
 
 “ Dude what the actual FUCK? Get off your ass and clean this shit! ” The dragon began to stand up, Cheetos falling off his bulbous belly. 
 
 “ Dude, it wasn ’ t me. I ’ ve been over here all morning. ” 
 
 “ All year is more like it. There are ass groves on that couch from your lazy ass. ” I turned back to the devastated bathroom gagging, “ Is that a hand towel in the toilet??? ” 
 
 “ …We were out of TP. ” 
 
 “ You have got to be fucking kidding me. I am going to Sarah ’ s house. If that shit is not cleaned up by the time I come back in the morning you are GONE. ” 
 
 “ Dude, come on don ’ t be like that.'' He picked a Cheeto out from one of his fat rolls and examined it, `` If it weren ’ t for me, you wouldn ’ t ever have even spoken to Sarah. You were a mute, remember? I saved you. ” He popped the Cheeto in his mouth with a crunch. 
 
 “ That was FIFTEEN YEARS AGO. You are behind 6 months on rent. Get your ass up and clean this shit up. ” I stormed to the front door and slammed it behind me before he could even protest. Magic Dragon? More like Puff the Deadbeat Dragon. 

