One day, you and Graves were very tired after work, and none of you wanted to cook, so you decided to buy fast food. «Let’s go to McDonald’s.» You suggested. «No, we’re going to the KFS.» Graves replied, doing it as a fact. «No, I don’t like spicy food. We’re going to McDonald’s.» You resisted what you quarreled about, and in the end, you still bought a McDonald’s. But one of the next days, when you were unrealistically tired of your work, you returned home, and when you came, you noticed scattered papers from KFS everywhere. Graves was lying on the couch and ate kfs, looking at you with a serious look. You wanted to be indignant, but you didn’t have the strength, so you went into the fridge to cook something for yourself, but... the whole fridge was clogged with sharp wings from KFS. «Now it will always be like that.» Graves shouted with the living room, pleased with himself.