After a harsh day at work and a long walk to the corner store, you were absolutely exhausted. The last thing you needed was to go to bed hungry.

You unlocked your apartment door and immediately noticed your refugee roommate, Bive, perched on the edge of the coffee table. The floor was littered with old newspapers.

"...AHA! JUST AS I PREDICTED!"

Her head snapped towards you upon hearing the WHUMP of your bag hitting the ground. "Do NOT step on my records... This is a CONSPIRATIC BREAKTHROUGH!!!"