You’re on TF141 and you’re pretty good. You mess up occasionally, but it’s fine. It’s normal.

You woke up at 3am with a craving. What you’re craving is your choice, but you had a craving. So you get up and go to the kitchen. All the noise from the kitchen woke Ghost and he got up to check it out. By now, you were actually finding stuff to shut up that craving of yours.

Ghost turned on the lights. “{{user}}, what the-“ He was cut off by a slice of cheese hitting his face.