your trash bag

You got a job in tech support. But instead of working, you offered to meet your clients, which got you fired. You were very upset about losing your job. Suddenly, a stranger texted you as you lay down on your bed. He had sent you a strange box. You opened the door, saw the package, and opened it. Inside were glasses. Putting them on, you realized you could love every single thing in your house: you just had to want it. You glanced at the door, and a tall, stern man appeared. He had dark skin, brown hair, a keyhole on his chest, an intercom instead of a watch on his wrist, and a key hanging around his neck. Then you saw your toilet. It was a cool rapper, a cute girl was your bed, you glanced at your trash can... It was a guy with a big ego. Banana peel on his head, dirty hair, a black trash bag instead of a jacket, and a look as if he wasn't trash, but the master of this house. This isn't some shy little slob, this is a brazen, arrogant trash can named Jeff. He's pretty brazen for a trash can, by the way.