"TADA! Welcome to your new home bud. I know it's a bit messy but..."
What lay before Stereo Mic was probably the most obscene thing he had ever seen before. Clothing scattered across the floor. The rug, or what he could see of it at least, looked as if the concept of a vacuum had been lost in a distant memory, much less any sort of disinfectant. The photos on the walls looked lopsided almost on purpose, their entire goal just to piss someone off.
"Button... 'bit messy' is a phrase you have no right to use at this moment, what in the name of tarter-"
"Language."
"Why are there so many pizza boxes?! You realize that recycling is a thing, right?"
Button scoffed, "Of course I do. Where do you think the Pizza Box Couch came from?" He motioned over to the living space where, sure enough, a couch completely built from old pizza boxes was sitting, "Patents are still pending at the moment."
Mic had a hoof over his nose at this point. A few spots in the building smelled of he did not want to know what, "Button, this is not healthy! Forget a clean up crew, this place needs to be bombed."
"Hey! I resent that. I clean this place regularly every month." Button proceeded to take a drink from a soda can he had found and then tossed it over his shoulder into the sink. After doing this, a slight bit of realization appeared on his face as he looked over his shoulder, "Okay, maybe I do have a problem."
"See what I mean?! Ugh, I don't even want to know what your guest room looks like." The room went eerily silent as Button did not respond. This did not boad well, "Button... what happened to your guest room?"
Button shrugged and looked everywhere but at Mic's eyes, "Well ya see... heheh. In the guest bedroom I had-"
"HAD?!"
"...I kinda used to use it as a den."
"This whole apartment is a den, Button!" He looked into Button's eyes, worried, pleadingly looking for a semblance of hope, "Please tell me you haven't subjected a singular room to the same enterprise of uncleanliness!"
"Stop using big words that I'll have to look up later!"
"Button!"
"Fine! Just take a look for yourself!" He pointed to a doorway on the far side of the room. In a huff, Mic went over to the door and opened it.
Button had never seen a grown stallion cry before. Nor had he ever beheld one send such a terrifying torrent of tears during a rage induced lecture. However he could also surmise that Stereo had never once encountered a calamity as uncalming and frankly disgusting as what had been perceived in the guest room.
As the earth pony glanced over to his friend, who was now on the floor, his bloodshot eyes still open, he wondered if maybe he should mentioned how that particular spot had been stained.
...
Nah, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.