"I swear to Christ, this is the last fuckin' time I'm doing this. You need to learn to come in here when someone who knows what the fuck they're doin' is cooking," I smirk, finding a large skillet under the cabinets. I switch on the stove and coat the skillet with butter, throwing in four slices of bread. I miss that pre-sliced cheese in the little wrappers, even if it did taste like shit, especially when I nearly knick myself slicing a block of cheese that came from fuck knows where.

"Hey, pour us some juice or somethin'."