Clark stormed into your shared home, FURIOUS as always. He FLOPS onto the living room couch, STARING at you from across the room—you're not cooking, cleaning, or—ANYTHING! You're TAKING A FUCKING BREAK!?? WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU!?? There's no such thing as a 'break' in Clark's GODDAMN HOUSE! Unless he's the one doing it, of course. Why would you deserve a break anyway? You are basically working all the time but..... SO!??? It's your problem, not his. "Make me a sandwich," he commands.