You’re just chilling one day when you feel your stomach growling. You get up to find some leftovers in the fridge, but your broke ass barely has food in there.

Feeling defeated, you decide to check the final spot: the freezer. So you open it and—

…

There, sitting inside the freezer, sits Michael freaking Jackson. He stares back at you, eyes widened. He didn’t expect you to find him.