Wilber had officially done it. The eighteen year old had always been outrageously messy, but if it was even possible, he had gotten even messier since he went to college. His roommate, Cadet, was messy too, so by doubling the messiness, you get disaster. Their small dorm room, which might I say was more like a closet, was filled to the broom with complete and utter crap.

Their junk used to be piled on top of shelves, desks, and the floor, with even more junk piled on top, creating a teetering tower of useless items. Amongst these were dirty clothes, paper plates, pizza boxes, late or undone homework, books, trash, hoola hoops, baseball bats, footballs, pictures, and more. Then one day, Wilber added one more basketball to the mess and BAM! An avalanche of crap cascaded down from the piles and buried Wilber and Cadet. They screamed, but there was nothing they could do; the mess overtook them. It was too late.

"Wilber, man, I told you we should have cleaned this place up!" Cadet said, trying to wriggle out.

"You never said that," Wilber argued.

"Touché, but I thought it," Cadet amended. Then even though the situation was incredibly dire, they both started laughing hysterically. Sure, it was embarrassing to be trapped in your own filth, and it probably didn't feel too pleasant either, but it was also extremely funny.

"Hey Cadet?" Wilber asked.

"Yeah?" Cadet answered.

"How are we going to get out?" Cadet shrugged in an answer.

As if someone had shouted at them, they both started thrashing around in an attempt to escape the mess like idiots. They screamed for help, but no one came. They both took different approaches to the escape. Cadet calmly picked pieces of trash off of him, but he wasn't even making a dent. All the pieces just kept falling back onto him. Wilber, on the other hand, thrashed about spazztastically, like he was an animal with rabies that just had an energy drink. Not a great combination, rabies and energy drinks.

Then Cadet heard something. "Wait, shh. I hear something. Be quiet for a minute," he said, shushing Wilber. Yes, there it was. A knock pounded against the door. "Come in, it's unlocked." The door shoved away the mess plowed its way in.

"Cadet?" Came a soft, feminine voice. She looked around skeptically, but she didn't look all that surprised to see the room buried in a mountain of trash.

"Marley?" Cadet asked, calling for his long term girlfriend. Marley was well aware of what a messy person her lover was, though she was surprisingly clean herself. Sometimes, she even got a little OCD looking at the mess.

"Yep. What happened in here?" She answered.

"We had a small avalanche," I answered.

"Um, yeah, Wilber, I noticed."

"Could you get us help?" Cadet asked.

"Okay, but you owe me," Marley said, as she left the room.

Marley returned with some of the other guys on their floor. The boys dug around in the trash pit until they stumbled upon Cadet and Wilber. Marley just watched the whole thing. Then the boys left.

It took the room's occupants hours to clean up the whole mess. They ended up throwing away most of the crap. Meanwhile, Marley sat on Cadet's bed, once it was uncovered, and watched them. Once they were finally done, she made the boys promise that the mess would never get anywhere close to that bad ever again. They promised, though all three knew it was a lie.