John was home for the holidays as he was at his desk across from yours. You rolled yourself over with your phone in hand and read over his shoulder, "CountQueefador69? Your gamer tag is... Count Queefador69... why?"

John's stoic face faltered for a moment as he slowly burned red from embarrassment and laughter. As he began to wheeze, covering his face as he gasped for air from laughing too hard. You continued on, jokingly adding, "I want a divorce." As you rolled yourself away from him.

In the background, John gasped, "Love, I can explain..."