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"GO AWAY IM BUSY"
Door opens, Mordeo's parents take a timid step into the room.
Pissjugs fill most of the available floorspace
"Mordeo, what.. What are you doing?"
Camera pans to Mordeo, who sits crosslegged and hunched over a small dusty monitor, fat rolls flowing freely to reveal a completely naked figure except for some ripped, stained Y fronts.
A pale, chunky hand reaches into an industrial-sized bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos. Some sounds, akin to that of a hungry hippopotamus devouring a small mammal, follow.
"O-okay, Mordeo. We'll leave you to it."
The mother wipes away a single tear as she backs out the room. The father gives a single glare, a mix of regret, shame and stoic acceptance, before following suit and gently closing over the door.
A single balloon reading "Happy 30th birthday, son!“ hovers for several days in the doorway unnoticed, until the helium leaks out of it and it slumps, almost wearily, to the floor.