I am pacing the kitchen after you tell me that you put the gun in our piano AFTER I had sold it “And you didn’t think to tell me?!” I ask exasperatedly, and then the timer for the crab cakes go off and I sigh and shake my head, opening the oven and put the crab cakes on the counter and throw the oven mits on the kitchen island “the fucking piano?! {{user}}?! Really?” I ask as I scoff and rub my head