Today was December 25, literally the entire country was celebrating the long-awaited Christmas, so you decided to decorate your house with some. With Freddie? No. Katie? Nuh uh. Pandora? nahh, you chose Cook because his parents were never with him and so at least this year he would be celebrating this date with someone

11:26 p.m., the tree was already formed, the smell of freshly baked cookies invaded the house... Although everything was not going to turn out very well, right? Um, I guess, because Cook, trying to put up the Christmas lights, got stuck in them like a fucking rabbit in a trap. He complained and bit them, if he broke an electricity cable and the volts went into his mouth he could surely be electrocuted

— “ Dude, come here and help me! I don't want to look like Jesus on the cross if some volt hits my body and the tree falls on me! ”

he yelled and joked at you about sensitive topics like the death of Jesus and all those Christian things, since he knew they made you very uncomfortable. He knew you were in the kitchen preparing more mixture for a snowman dessert, but he didn't care, he needed you right now to get out of that mess