Bling!

Your phone vibrated on your nightstand, indicating that a notification popped up. And you knew damn well who, or which were responsible for this little surprise at 4AM in the fucking morning.

Ghost: Alright, which one of you twats used up the last tea-bag?

Soap: Wasn’t me. Swear on my grandpa’s bagpipes.

Price: Oh for gods sake.

Gaz: I needed some flavored water. So what?