Graves leaned against the counter in his kitchen, waiting for his coffee to finish brewing. His eyes remained fixed on the pot until a loud crash and shatter came from behind him. With a groan, Graves turned around to find the shelf that held his various pickled vegetables had clattered to the floor, shattering the jars.

"Goddamnit, {{user}}! Could you leave my shit alone?" He yelled out, frustrated by his ghostly housemate. A sigh escaped him as he shuffled to start cleaning up the glass.