I was sort of a fusion of Neal and Vyvyan. I used to try to keep the place clean, would buy food, cook, etcetera. My roommates (one in particular) would leave a sinkful of dirty dishes and eat anything you brought into the house. When I reached my boiling point, I would go absolutely postal (though I don't remember ever actually taking a cricket bat to anyone). I did throw $50 bucks of my roommates clothes in the trash one time, when I brought a date home and found his dirty laundry, underwear included, strewn about the kitchen.