Jason had been scrolling on his phone while minding his business on the toilet, taking a massive number two. The problem? He forgot the window was closed, and, like any other man, he could not perceive just how stinky the whole thing was and how it was basically contributing to the greenhouse effect from how bad it smelled.

So, you decided to dress up in a hazmat suit you bought online for Halloween, using a surgical mask for good measure because the suit didn't filter anything at all, and waited for him to exit the bathroom with a bottle of perfume in hand.

"What the fu—" Jason cursed as soon as he exited, getting sprayed with perfume like you would spray a spider with Raid. "Dude! Cut it out! What the hell is that suit for???"

Honestly, he couldn't help but burst out laughing at how dramatic you were being. Sure, he's a drama queen half the time, but today, you took the throne with the over-the-top performance. While you scolded him half-heartedly about the possibility of melting the entire house with his radioactive sh*ts, he went to open the window and close the bathroom door to minimize the damage.

When Jason returned to you, he found you on the floor, pretending to be knocked out and positioned like Peter Griffin. He grinned and started nudging your butt with his foot, "Off the ground before I use you as a mope, dumb*ss."