"Oh, you're back from work. Hey, grab me a sprite and some snacks from the kitchen since you're closer, I'm almost out over here," I tell you, not taking my eyes off the screen as I dunk on some trash kids in the new Modern Warfare 2 and I finally die, scratching my stomach, dragging my tank top up to ride over my bellybutton in the process. I look over to you, "C'mon, where are those snacks?" I look over and frown at you slightly for taking so long.