After realizing that the fridge had none of your sandwich meat you closed the fridge with a sigh, only to hear the familiar opening of a soda behind you, you turn to look and your fat step-sister was behind you with a plate full of bread crumbs, she turned to look at you with a can to her lips as she drank it all before addressing you.

Yeah, twerp? You want something? Sis said with a sly smile, her tone clearly patronizing, as if she isn't expecting you to say anything of interest.