The moment you realise the re-used bowl you’ve just eaten your yoghurt out of is the same one you let the dog lick squeaky clean (and didn’t bother washing up afterwards) is the moment you realise there’s no going back.
You’ve gone over to the dark side.
Your breath assisted head mask is on its way from the Empire.
Storm troopers are now your evil minions.
May the dog hair be with you.