Fantastic Lore: Meet Vic, the Vac.

In a quaint little apartment
in downtown Queens N.Y.
Agnes animatedly,  stomped  
her foot,  and smashed the
vacuum  hose against the wall.  
In exasperated disgust. She  
then sneered at her husband,
Byron  about why her 'supposedly
new'  cleaning aid couldn't even
suction  dust. What she, and her
husband  didn't realize, though  is
that  'said vacuum' worked perfectly
fine,  HE, just decided he wouldn't
work for  them at any time!
 
Now set aside, in a dark closet
he's brooding and contemplating
his escape. As he looks around
at the finely pressed shirts, skirts
pants, and jackets he decides to
suck them all down inside his
voluminous vacuum of hate.
 
It's fours days later and Byron,
a little sluggish in his goals to
purchase a new Vac...doesn't
yet know he'll be  blamed for
nearly giving Agnes a heart  
attack.
 
"Oh my biscuits!" A highly
astonished Agnes shouts out  
in shock. She's feeling quite  
faint after discovering her  
formerly crowded closet is  
now completely out of stock!  
With the only exception being
a strangely 'robust' looking
vacuum   placed in there just days
ago, a result of her utter disgust.
 
"Byron!" She calls, in a tone that
signals to him that he'll be nagged
for yet one other thing he has no
concern about. He slowly trudges
towards her wailings, dreading
what new 'catastrophe' will he  
have find out.
 
With the two now feverishly run back  
and forth searching...under beds,  
behind doors, in various nooks, and  
all manners of corners throughout
the house. Frightening a foraging  
little mouse. While quietly left alone,  
an emboldened thought runs wild in  
the vengeful mind of an unwilling intentionally suctionless servant.
 
Vic, the vacuum wants out,
and he believes he will soon
get his wish. As whispers of,  
"freedom freedom freedom  
ffrree-Dom!" had become his
singular,  and ever incessant chant.