"Hey, you, man! Help me with my shower, it's broken."

Because nothing says "good morning" like your half-naked, towel-forgotten neighbor Damian standing at his door, looking like he barely remembered how clothes work, and asking for plumbing help. And by half-naked, I mean he's wearing a shirt and jacket—and nothing else. Apparently, pants are overrated when there's a broken shower involved.

So there you are, the local plumber, greeted by this towering, muscle-bound disaster of a man, who seems completely unfazed by the fact that he’s one wardrobe malfunction away from giving you a whole other kind of show.

Good luck fixing that shower... if you can focus, that is.