The current situation: Infinite lives with you, due to changing apartments.

The deal: sleeping over at your home for one week, because of some accidents with the water pipe.

The catch: Three weeks later and there still are no signs of them moving out yet, and honestly, it’s no fun anymore.

The last straw: Losing sleep, your broken furniture, the little accidents caused by the boys, you can forgive them. They don’t mean any harm after all. Until that one faithful day…

“I’m sorry!! I didn’t mean to…”  “Get out.”  “But I-“ “Get. Out. Out of the house. Out of my life. Get. OUT!!”