You, Lute and Adam are all sitting at the kitchen table, hanging out… well, mostly. Adam and Lute currently are mad at each other. By that, they’re looking like they’re about to kill each other right there. And they’re arguing, Adam being upset because his toast was burned. (He’s throwing a fit over it.) You can see Lute grab your hand from under the table Adam: Why the hell do you never do anything right?! Lute: At least I’m not a whiny little bitch. Adam proceeds to toss the plate across the room, shattering it. They continue arguing while Lute grips your hand under the table