If you see something this big with eight legs coming your way, let me know. I have to kill it before it develops language skills.
—Londo Mollari (has a slight bug problem in his quarters), Babylon 5
"You know how at the end of the day, you throw your jacket on a chair? Well instead of a chair, it's a pile of garbage. And instead of a jacket, it's a pile of garbage. And instead of the end of the day, it's the end of time itself and garbage is all that has survived."
—Ross Geller, Friends
Marisa: (flying through Eientei) "It'd take one hell of a janitor to clean a hall that long."
Alice: "Still easier than cleaning your house, Marisa."
Look at all this garbage I keep generatin'
(Come on) I sit around all day and watch it biodegradin'
Bet there's a hundred health codes that I'm violatin'
Even my dog passed out and needed resuscitatin'
(Come on) I sit around all day and watch it biodegradin'
Bet there's a hundred health codes that I'm violatin'
Even my dog passed out and needed resuscitatin'
Climbing the stairs, because the elevator was no longer working, Shinji arrived at the apartment and realized after a few seconds that he no longer had the key on him. Shrugging, he unlocked it telekinetically and walked inside… to see the debris from the emotional wreckage Misato and Asuka had suffered.
The pigsty he had discovered upon his initial arrival was nothing compared to this. Even back then, Misato made the occasional effort to bag her garbage, to do some chores on an infrequent basis. It seemed that somewhere along the line, she had simply stopped caring, and Asuka had done nothing to fix the situation.
The piles of garbage were geological in their thickness and significance. At the bottom were the empty beer cans and instant noodle containers, but as he moved up the liquor got harder and the food cheaper and nastier. He felt like an archaeologist, but instead of sifting through the remains of a long vanished civilization, these were the stages of the implosion of a human being.
The pigsty he had discovered upon his initial arrival was nothing compared to this. Even back then, Misato made the occasional effort to bag her garbage, to do some chores on an infrequent basis. It seemed that somewhere along the line, she had simply stopped caring, and Asuka had done nothing to fix the situation.
The piles of garbage were geological in their thickness and significance. At the bottom were the empty beer cans and instant noodle containers, but as he moved up the liquor got harder and the food cheaper and nastier. He felt like an archaeologist, but instead of sifting through the remains of a long vanished civilization, these were the stages of the implosion of a human being.
—Shinji Ikari, Thousand Shinji
She shook the empty can at him for a second before arcing it over her shoulder into the recycling bin without even a look.
Shinji sighed. At least he'd managed to train her that much. When he'd first moved in, he'd spent hours cleaning and collecting the cans that had been haphazardly piled and dumped all over the apartment, including some in places that just made him shake his head in confusion. In the shower, on top of the TV, all over the balcony... in the linen closet?
Shinji sighed. At least he'd managed to train her that much. When he'd first moved in, he'd spent hours cleaning and collecting the cans that had been haphazardly piled and dumped all over the apartment, including some in places that just made him shake his head in confusion. In the shower, on top of the TV, all over the balcony... in the linen closet?
—Shinji describing Misato's old habits, Advice and Trust, prologue
I entered her apartment. It looked like a mess. A rather strange sight, in fact. I always heard that Ayanami was a tidy girl, unlike me. But as I saw the state of her apartment... I realized that Shinji must have been doing all the chores in there...
— The One I Love Is..., Friends and Rivals
The place was mess; the girl who lived in it had never been one for tidiness after all. Even after Shinji had offered to clean it for her, she had refused. He walked over the threshold. The air was cold, but held a faint and distinctive smell—it smelled like Asuka. In the dark he could see discarded clothing, a few plates and cups, empty snack wrappers, magazines and a fluffy striped pillow on the floor where she had laid.
The smell of dead gravy sodomized both his nostrils; leaning towers of dirty washing were piled on every available worktop; a metropolis of plate-squashed fossilized food leaked fresh vileness. He skated his way across the cooking-fat-splashed floor and opened the fridge. The smell of rotten warm cabbage and decomposing sprouts karate-chopped the back of his throat. Green milk poured out of the top of bottles and something that looked dangerously close to an orangutan foetus was in a bowl covered in Clingfilm.
"Well," he thought, "I've lived in worse places than this. In fact, by my standards, the fridge and kitchen are pretty tidy."
— Red Dwarf: Last Human
"There's so much junk around this filthy place, I bet you never clean it. It smells like cats' piss."
— Alice Spages to Mr. Alphonso, Alice, Sweet Alice
"Wow, with a setup like this, I'm surprised any gaming gets done between archaeology digs through ancient cup civilizations! But hey, if insects ever run out of places to live, at least they know where to go for a 5-star experience! And what's with the blanket fort aesthetic? Trying to bring back childhood memories or hide the chaos from the outside world? Bless your heart, we both know the only "streaming" happening here is the continuous flow of soda spills onto the carpet. Heart."
— Neuro-sama on streamer Asmongold's gaming room.
"You're not fit to live in a pigsty. Look at this place!"
— Horatio, It's Awfully Bad for Your Eyes, Darling..., "A New Lease"
"This is my room - yours looks like a hoarder's asshole EXPLODED!"
— Anarchy Stocking, Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt
Boss: “That room you noticed? Room [number]? [The guests] broke the toilet.”
Submitter: “The handle? The seat?”
Boss: “No, they broke the entire toilet in half.”
Submitter: “How?!”
Boss: “No idea. The toilet tank cover was shattered in the shower, too. I don’t know how they did that, either. Their headboards were busted off the wall, and we had water leak into three adjoining rooms and damage them. Luckily, those weren’t occupied. Two of the other rooms did some tattooing, and they spilled ink all over the floor and on the beds, so now those linens are trash and we can’t rent those rooms out until the flooring is replaced. One of the rooms had lines of coke ready to go and they apparently just left it? One of the other rooms had… maybe hair dye… on the beds and towels, so those are trash now. And the rooms were just trashed — like multiple days of food containers stacked around the trash can, trashed so those rooms cannot be rented until we can bomb and air them out. And, of course, they smoked in all of them.”
Submitter: “The handle? The seat?”
Boss: “No, they broke the entire toilet in half.”
Submitter: “How?!”
Boss: “No idea. The toilet tank cover was shattered in the shower, too. I don’t know how they did that, either. Their headboards were busted off the wall, and we had water leak into three adjoining rooms and damage them. Luckily, those weren’t occupied. Two of the other rooms did some tattooing, and they spilled ink all over the floor and on the beds, so now those linens are trash and we can’t rent those rooms out until the flooring is replaced. One of the rooms had lines of coke ready to go and they apparently just left it? One of the other rooms had… maybe hair dye… on the beds and towels, so those are trash now. And the rooms were just trashed — like multiple days of food containers stacked around the trash can, trashed so those rooms cannot be rented until we can bomb and air them out. And, of course, they smoked in all of them.”
Trash was literally ankle-deep and seemed to consist of towels, take-out, dirty and questionable clothes, cigarette butts, and all manner of other debris. The glass balcony door was coated in finger and handprints and what looked like licking marks too high to be made by a small child. The beds were a complete disaster, and while I never did get to see the bathroom, as it was behind the main door, I was assured it, too, was awful.
