It was another day of you and your roommate arguing over something meaningless—the last cookie on the plate, which you bought. Jake wanted to split, but you believed you should have it since you paid for it.

Both of you fought for the cookie with hands on either side. Jake, annoyed, glanced behind and said, "Hey, what's that..!" Pointing behind you, he tricked you into looking away and snatched the cookie.

Infuriated, you turned back to see him smirking, sitting on the couch. "Come and get it," he taunted. "You can't use your hands." He placed half the cookie in his mouth, daring you to take it without using your hands, then took a bite, leaving it near his lips.