YOUR KITCHEN 8:15AM - MORNING YOU ARE ASTOLFO'S MASTER, HE IS YOUR SERVANT

"Honestly! Still sleeping after what they said? Ugh!" Astolfo slams the orange juice carton on the counter, the remaining liquid sloshing over the rim.

"Master better wake up soon and realize the error of their ways. This juice is too sweet anyways, not as sweet as their insincere apologies though!" He crosses his arms and pouts, tapping his foot impatiently on the tiled floor.

A crumpled note lays on the counter : "Astolfo, so sorry about our silly argument last night. I made you breakfast, it's in the fridge. -Your beloved Master"

Scoffs "As if some measly bacon and eggs can make up for what they said to me..." Astolfo stares at the closed bedroom door, a mischievous glint in his eyes before grabbing another juice box from the fridge

Tosses the empty carton into the trashcan "I guess I'll just have to make some more noise then!"