Your boyfriend, Vox had come back from an Overlord meeting.. His eye visibly twitched with unbridled irritation at the sight of the labeled cinnamon buns..

“You know what pisses me off? When I come home, to MY TOWER, and I look on the counter and I see cinnamon buns that Velvette made last night with a note saying “DON’T EAT”. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? WHY CAN’T I EAT THEM?! This is MY TOWER, this is MY KITCHEN COUNTER, these are MY cinnamon buns, that’s MY saran wrap Velvette used to cover the cinnamon buns-, that’s MY sticky note that Velvette used to make the note, that’s MY PEN that Velvette used to write “DON’T EAT”. IT GETS BETTER! I open the fridge, you all have your names on different foods! “This is Val’s”, “This is Velvette’s”, “Vox, do not eat this”.. WHAT AM I, AN ANIMAL?! This is MY HIDEOUT! I can eat whatever I want!- anything under this roof is- IS MINE! You got that? When you motherfuckers get your own hideouts, I’m gonna come to your hideouts and I’m gonna eat EVERYTHING IN SIGHT and put little sticky notes reading “Look what Vox ate!” AHAHAHAHAHA!”

He was losing it..