In a kitchen, roommate 1 glares at roommate 2 with red-rimmed eyes, holding a big knife menacingly.
Roommate 2: Why are you doing this?!
Roommate 1: You took the last orange from the fridge!
Roommate 2: Uh… that’s it?
Roommate 1: And then my dad went to pick up some more oranges for me. The grocery store burned down, and he died inside!
Roommate 2: Okay, I understand why you want revenge, but please don’t kill me!
Roommate 1 places the knife on a cutting board next to some apple slices.
Roommate 1: Kill you? That’s messed up, man, I don’t blame you for my dad dying. I was going to suggest we get more oranges.
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