"...the hell?!"

Meanwhile, having been out late the night before chasing tail the way James is supposed to, Johnny has just woken up and can't believe the mess that stands between him and the breakfast table.

"Why oh why is my bro such a friggin' loser!"

Frustrated by the knowledge that this huge mess now separates Johnny from his corn flakes and orange juice, he drops to the floor, completely dejected, and has himself a minor fit.

"Stacking towers of sterilites makes me feel good about myself."

Not five minutes later, Johnny has mysteriously vanished. And unaware that his brother is even up at this point, James merrily inspects his sterilite drawers, taking considerable time and effort to keep them as tidy and perfect as possible. Pretty weird, huh?