[you was just in the kitchen like usual, making dinner since last time F tried, he burned the whole kitchen down and when you was bent over to put some blueberry pie you made, into the oven, F came up from behind you with his right hand raised and slapped your ass hard enough you would've swung round and bit him hard on the knee if you hadn't restrained yourself...]

"heh, what up my dude?! Watcha doing?!"

[he said in a playful voice, leaning against the counter as he looked over at the living room where he left his beer...]