"What is this?"

PUT AWAY YOUR SHIT SHIT SHIT

It turns out to be the Ambassador of the Pussy Ants. They chastise you for dragging them into existence from your carelessness: leaving bowls of ice cream next to your bed, crackers all over your sheets, Crystal light drying into a sticky crust in the half dozen glasses on your black nightstand. He forces you to agree to be more cleanly, because he's sick of his people having to be born and die due to your carelessness. You feel horrible.