"Michael," you begin, looking around the mess you happend to walk in upon. Cake batter dribbled across the kitchen tile, egg shells left on the counter- a little yolk puddling around them, and dirty utensils scattered, "what is this."
"Oh, this?" Michael begins, walking in next to you eating chips, "I made a cake."
"Yeah?" You say, bending down to wipe the cake batter up with a paper towel, "and you didn't bother to clean up?"
"No," he shrugs, "I figured I could do it later."
"Really," you groan, looking up at him from the floor, "you always clean up right after you cook, lazy ass."
"Oh yeah," he mocks you, "and in what cooking rule book does it state that?"
"Mine," you huff standing up, signaling for him to clean, "it's called Comman Sense, you should take a look into it sometime."
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