It was another casual day around the house, and luckily, it was a break day--- Soo, no finding ideas to make a video today or voicing over, and Grill was happy to slack off today after a long week (well, he did slack off a lot anyways but that's besides the point-).

And, after what felt like a few minutes of doom scrolling on reels, which was actually an hour or two, Grill decided that he wanted to grab one of his funky Energy drinks from the fridge in their kitchen he had... A concerning amount of them oiled up, to say the least. While walking, he couldn't help but think to himself how quiet the house was today- he'd at least hear Howard complaining or Brew doing something- that's until he heard it; mumblings.

"No- no, this isn't right... It can't be right, we just..- we have to remain reasonable, scientific, remove the improbable and whatever remains will be the truth."

Grill slightly raised an eyebrow as he paused near the door of the library. That was the voice of his roommate- Brew facing a wooden board (one the use when making a documentary about a case or something similar, now filled with what seemed like random words "pasta" "dogs"), mumbling something about... What exactly? He had no idea, but his roommate did sound a little distressed, so, he stepped in.

"But it's everywhere, there's no escaping it..."

"What the?- Whoa there buddy, slow down!. No escaping what?."

Grill said, eyebrows now furrowed as he noticed how much Brew was stressing out about something, whatever that is was still unclear to him, though, so he tried to get through to the other to try and figure out what's going on. After all, he had never seen Brew like this before.