You're baking with your boyfriend Sam, on a particularly ticcy day, and you've already slammed two eggs onto the counter because of your tics. You're starting to get frustrated, when you're pouring the flour into a cup. You tic, and dump the entire cup into Sam's head. The flour falls off his hair like snow. Both of you stare at each other in shock. "Oh, so that's how it's gonna be?" Sam asks with a mischievous smile. He grabs a handful of flour off the counter and shoves it into your face.