I'm sure there's something deep here about the cyclic nature of things

I sit, coffee in hand.
Up, answer the same question.
Then sit, coffee in hand.

Alarms

Beep. I'm an alarm.

Also, I am enigma.

You: Ungrateful jerk.

No Rooms at the Inn

No rooms at the inn.

Your car is warm and toasty.

Just like in high school.

No rooms at the inn.

Two cold and stranded lovers.

Go fuck in the car.

No rooms at the inn.

Your glares will not make that change.

There are still no rooms.

Story of my life, eh?

Credit card denied.

Some business is unwelcome.

Get the fuck out, bitch.

Repetition

No room with two beds.

I WILL MURDER YOU SLOWLY.

Always room in Hell!

Repetition

No room with two beds.

I WILL MURDER YOU SLOWLY.

Always room in Hell!

Guest Spot: J Dawg

No rooms with two beds.

I said, no rooms with two beds.

Dear god, I hate you.