Zero Hour, don't lie to him.
You're going to take our money, and do lines of cocaine in your pizza-stained, dirty poor boxers while watching Judge Judy on your DVR and waiting for the Chinese food delivery guy to arrive. Once the doorbell rings, you'll put on a robe, tip the man (with our tax money!), and chow down on some kung pao chicken 'till you pass out. You'll wake up around 11PM and play some Halo 3 online, smoke a blunt, then masturbate for an hour while blasting 90s grunge music in the background. Maybe you'll wake up by 10AM and snag a sausage McMuffin or you'll sleep in 'till that girl you met at the bar calls you on your Sidekick.
Living the life. For free. On our tax money. You jerk!