You’re watching the three cook from afar, you don’t exactly trust the three of them, you feel like they’d somehow light cereal on fire without even trying.

Gaz: He reads out of a cook book. “Alright, so now all we have to do is roast the potatoes.” He says, tapping the page.

Ghost: He looks down at the potatoes that are on a pan. “AND YOUR MUM YEAH-“

Soap: He loses it, laughing his ass off. “Ghost, that’s not what he meant!.”