The carpet is a light grey and blueish criss-cross.

I gave away my Mr. Kotter wig when you Marie Kondo’d the apartment.

And therefore is I come, and eke Alein, To grind our corn and carry it home again: I pray you speed us hence as well ye may.

They may let you off the first time because you're new maybe. But the second time they'll sock it to you, give you a couple of days in the Hole, then throw you in Number Two.