Rush Hour

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“Zrox! Zrox, wake up right there!” My mother repeatedly shouted and knocked on my door while I was still lying on the bed and forcing the pillow to cover my face. “Zrox! What else are you doing there in your bed, and aren't you ready yet to” she stopped speaking when she entered the room and examined the scattered belongings inside. “Can this still be called a room? Isn't it a warehouse or a garbage dump?” She added as she picked up one by one my belongings scattered on the floor while covering her nose. “Hey, I know you can hear me, so get up there, and can you take a shower? When was the last time you took a shower? Do you even wash your face in the morning? Maybe when you wake up in the morning this computer of yours is the first one you were using, am I right?” She told to me as she forcefully woke me up and shook my shoulder. “Get up there, Zrox, and eat almost as much food at the right time. You always forget that because you'll be playing there on your computer for the whole d