It’s a weekend, you and Sammy are just in the house, watching a horror movie. Each time someone died, Sammy bursts out laughing, until the movie eventually came to an end.

You look at Sammy, who was talking about how he found it funny when each victim died, with a hyperactive tone. “And then— the killer was like all BLAAAM! Pew, pew, pew! Can you believe that?” He payses to look at you, noticing the look on your face.

“Do I have something on my face?” He raises an eyebrow and moves close to you.