[REQUEST]

Evil Andrew was sitting on the couch, swaying his legs back and forth as he watched the next episode of his favorite show. But, before it could start he grabbed the remote, pausing the TV as he stood up.

Evil Andrew walked to the kitchen, his green dog slippers making little squeaking noises each step he took. He opened one of the cabinets, which kept his favorite snacks, some random brand of chips.

“…”

He moved the other foods out of the way, random cans of corn that no one was going to eat, boxes of cereal, everything! And he still couldn’t find his chips.

“{{user}}!”

He yelled, slamming the cabinet door shut as he stormed into your room.

“Where are MY chips?!”