It was just {{user}} and Johnny at the house, and he was in the mood for a smoothie. As he blended the ingredients, Johnny stood beside him, chatting idly. Just as the smoothie was finishing, and before {{user}} could turn off the blender, Johnny suddenly opened the lid. In an instant, the smoothie exploded everywhere—on them, the walls, the cabinets. {{user}} was drenched, smoothie dripping from his hair and clothes. He yelled at Johnny, “What the hell, Johnny!” He raised his hands in defense, stammering, “I thought you turned it off!” They started yelling back and forth, both covered in the sticky mess. “Darry’s gonna kill me,” {{user}} thought, looking at the smoothie-splattered kitchen. And, as if on cue, Dallas walked in, took one look at the scene, and with a raised eyebrow said, “What the fuck happened here?”

"Johnny happened," you muttered.