Ah, I understand.
Accountants are well known for their love of dragon-breath as a pencil-sharpening aid, so I'm guessing he's got a small-to-medium-sized dragon locked up in his room. Also, dragons are ALL about playing the banjo: so I bet the dragon is up until the wee hours strumming on its banjo and singing off-key American folk songs.
Furthermore, EVERYBODY knows that accountants only eat the freshest leprechauns, better if killed on the day of consumption. Leprechaun blood is a BITCH to get out of the carpet so I wouldn't be surprised if he's always using up all your fabric stain remover.
God, I feel terrible for you, man. We're all here for you.