"ALLEN!" Oliver screamed.
"What the fuc- fudge do you want?"
"You left muddy shoe prints through out the entire house! And you covered my carpet with it too!"
"Why should I care?" Allen rolled his eyes.
"I will make you pay for cleaning this up!"
"What the hell! It's not like the swear jar! Oh fuck I swore, shit, fuck! Sorry! SHIT!"
"Swear jar."
"Shit... Oh fuck."
Oliver shook the jar out in front of him and smiled as Allen paid up.
"Now. Clean up the mud so I don't have to hire a cleaning lady you will inevitably flirt with. Or if you don't clean it up yourself then you have to pay for the cleaning lady."
"Ugh.... Fine...."
