As I walk into my home, I hear my roommate doing something in the kitchen. It's 11 at night, and I can't imagine what he's cooking at this hour. I wearily say hello without looking in his direction. He excitedly asks me if I would like to try one of his brownies. I turn to him, and am met with the sight of him half naked in my kitchen covered with chocolate. He's holding a brownie out to me with his right hand, his chest and shoulders smeared with fudge. His face is downcast, accentuating his large pointy noise, and his eyes are looking up at me while he smiles with an evil yellow grin. He looks like a half naked chocolate covered pedophile goblin. I should have kicked him out right then and there, but it was only day two. How much worse could it get?
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