When I asked my son what the giant stack of pizza boxes was doing in my kitchen, he replied "It's an art piece I'm completely insulted". I had been gone for five days. He followed this up with "I'm an artist mom. It's the life I'm choosing to lead."
It seems to me that for the vast majority of species on this planet, a male of almost nineteen years old would be reaching the end of his years; an elder and possibly a leader of his herd, pack, whatever.
Only a human male of this age is unable to live alone and look after his most basic needs without significant assistance from domino's pizzas.
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