No Work, No Food!

A Blacksmith had a little dog, which he loved and kept as his constant companion. While he hammered away at his metals, the dog slept; but when, on the other hand, he went to dinner, and began to eat, the dog woke up and wagged his tail, as if requesting for his share of his meal. His master one day pretending to be angry and shaking his stick at him said, "You wretched little sluggard! What shall I do to you? While I am hammering on the anvil, you sleep on the mat; and

when I begin to eat after my toil, you wake up, and wag your tail for food. Do you not

know that labour is the source of every blessing, and that none but those who work are

entitled to eat ?"

Imagine you have this annoying brother who lives with you.
He stays up late at night watching unending seasonal movies he downloaded illegally online with your data and on your laptop. At 6AM while you prepare to leave home, he is still snoring like no man's business, and when you arrive home after a hard day at work, he is out of the house playing ball with neighborhood layabouts. Of course you get to cook dinner and he gets to eat. The cycle never ends... at least for the first six months.

After six months, you put your foot down and insist that he either find work or he stops eating the food you cook. Is it too much to ask a grown man to work for his daily bread or is that too harsh for his obviously indelicate sensibilities?