A worn recliner sat in front of the television, appropriately accommodating an equally worn man. Coffee in hand, he watched the morning news as he struggled to wake up.
"Hey, you hear me in there?" he called towards the kitchen over the sound of running water and dishes clanking.
"Don't even think about feeding those damn squirrels no more!"
"What are you on about now?"
"They're saying there's too many! There's a new law against it. Violators face two years in prison. But you can't kill them either – there's a law against that too. Five to seven for that one. What do you think, is it their life that's so precious or ours that's so worthless?"
"I think we can't eat your philosophy. Hurry up and go to work already. Nobody is feeding us, that's for damn sure."