Casually Eating A Banana

I've got Priorities, and You're Not One of Them

Sorry, I don't think the video has anything to do with this story, but I LOVE Studio C

just gotta put that out there

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So I'm sittin' here (barbeque sauce on my tiddies), casually eating a banana, when some idiot decides to bang on my back door.

I just stared at the door until the loud knocking came to a halt.

Then it came back, of course.

I mean, can't a human just eat their banana in Reeses pieces? What's wrong with the world?

While I was just sitting there, pondering about life, these people just don't know what they're doing, do they?

Then came the banging on the front door, how desperate could they be just to get in a house? Seriously, I'm not going to answer either way.

Why do they say, 'answer the door'? It's not like the door is asking a question, the english language angers me, like seriously, make up your mind, is it there, their, they're, or is it some other word that I don't know?

Well anyway, they finally figured out that I'm not going to open the door, so guess what they did.

They just displayed what it's like to be on steroids ... this really big guy is laying on the ground clutching his crotch, as he probably hit it on the doorknob while breaking down my fabulous door.

Yeah that's what you get, you weird bald potato, for breaking down my door.

So I just stay sitting there, staring at a spot on the wall that once held an unimportant photograph.

"Uhm, so, you just going to sit there? Or are you going to do something?" The bald guy asks.

That was the very first dialog quote thingy and you decide that it should start with 'uhm'? What kind of author are you?

Nevermind, I'll fix this.

"I'M EATING A BANANA, LET ME EAT IT IN PEACE, gees, can't someone just have a life without any disruptions?"

Okay, I don't know if that fixed anything, but it was worth a try.

Here I am, sitting on my couch, eating a banana and trying to find out a way to get out of here, while simultaneously staring at a wall.

Give me a break, this is too much to ask from me, especially when someone just broke into my house without any consent.

OOH, I HAVE AN IDEA!!!

I throw my banana peel into the trash can, and start to take out the trash.

"...What are you doing?" A different person asks.

Wait, he looks like a kid

... What kind of human lets a kid join illegal house break-ins? That's just plain messed up.

"I'm taking my trash out, what does it look like I'm doing? Gees, do you guys think that I give any flying farts about you? Wow, society these days. People think that they could just break into undeserving houses, and get attention. That's asking a lot, a little too much, now let me take my trash out." I say, mostly talking to myself, because let's face it, these people are nobodies.

"So you're just going to take out the trash? You don't care if we raid this place?" The younger one asked.

"Yeah, I've got to go and take out the trash." I pick at my nails as if their (there? they're? I think it's they're) the most interesting thing in the world.

"As you can see, I've got priorities and you're obviously not one of them. You can take this whole house for all I care, there's nothing valuable in this dump anyway." Just as I finish, I bolt out the door, dropping my trash bag in the process.

I have no idea where I'm going, but all I know is that I have to get out of this town. Those people probably worked for him , and I don't feel like being in that situation again.

Too much drama, y'know?