(Hello?) Hello, Mr. Neal, how are you today? (I'm good. Where's the rest of the group?) Oh, it's just you. (I'm the group?) Yes, but don't worry: I don't need anyone else. That picture frame Those hoodie strings (They are driving me insane) Unequal pizza slices Fonts of different sizes (It's more than I can take) Missing parentheses Uneven Capris Googling "askew" Bags opened from the wrong end Should be recognized as a sin, Along with an unsolved Rubik's Cube I gotta make things right Make it the way it's supposed to be It's my OCD Toilet paper facing inwards Unsynchronized synchronized swimmers A closet that's not organized Pills removed out of sequence Sideburns that are not even That one rebel mini blind I gotta make things right Make it the way it's supposed to be It's my OCD Mr. Neal, how's everything going? (Fine.) Would you like to take a break? (Yeah, actually that'd be gre—) Great. I hope you're hungry. I've prepared some snacks for you. Enjoy. I gotta make things right Make it the way it's supposed to be It's my OCD, baby I gotta make things right Make it the way it's supposed to be It's my OCD. All right, we're all done. You're free to go. Mr. Neal? Mr. Neal? (Can I come back tomorrow?)