So I'm sitting on my bed, watching a movie (yes a movie, not homework) and in comes Matt. No, he is NOT dressing up for a costume party, no he is not going to some jousting club meeting or any such thing. Matt is going to clean his room.
With the aide of my broom, some hockey pads and an Israeli gas mask, he is going to tackle floor space contained between the four walls and my floor (his ceiling).
This is serious business, there will be no pussyfooting around. May the force (and whatever other movies you're dressing up as) be with you...
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