The video opens with chaotic background music and a shot of the luxury Kalogeras mansion kitchen — marble counters, glowing LED lights, and a sushi setup that looks like it was prepped by a five-star chef (because it was). The camera zooms in on Sunday, 22, standing in the center with her hands on her hips, wearing a hot pink crop top and flared jeans. She dramatically announces:

“Alright, b*tches—today we’re making sushi… blind, deaf, and mute. What could possibly go wrong?”

Cue Eliana, 18, laughing offscreen. “Literally everything. Especially with Jake here.”

Jake, 15, holds up his hands defensively. “I SWEAR if y’all make me the blind one again, I’m flipping the rice bowl.”

Demitra, 19, walks in late with iced coffee in one hand and sunglasses still on. “Sorry, was watching an edit of me on TikTok. Who’s ready to ruin dinner?”

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The Setup: Sunday is the director-slash-agent-of-chaos. She assigns the roles with zero democracy: • Jake = blindfolded • Eliana = can’t talk (mute) • Demitra = headphones blasting Olivia Rodrigo at full volume (deaf)

Sunday smirks at the camera: “This is gonna be good.”

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Round One: The Rice Disaster

Jake, blindly feeling around, grabs a bowl of uncooked rice. Demitra’s supposed to stop him but she’s vibing to her music and dancing. Eliana frantically waves her hands, trying to signal WRONG RICE, but no one is watching her. Sunday just cackles behind the camera.

Jake: “Is this the sticky kind or… why is it crunchy?” Sunday: “YOU’RE LITERALLY HOLDING RAW RICE.”

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Round Two: The Seaweed Struggle

Eliana, mute, tries to show Jake how to lay the nori sheet. Jake smacks her hand by accident.

Jake: “Are you trying to fight me??” Demitra, still yelling: “WHY IS NOBODY TALKING?” Sunday: “Because you’re the deaf one, idiot.”

Eliana, now fed up, starts writing messages on the counter with wasabi like a silent warrior.

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Round Three: Roll Time (A.K.A. Chaos)

Somehow, the sushi roll turns into a burrito. There’s a slice of mango, Nutella, and wasabi all in one.

Demitra: “This smells like trauma.” Jake: “It tastes like Sunday’s attitude.” Eliana (still mute) just writes “HELP” on a napkin.