"Hello Andrew.
"You don't know me, but I know you.
"For a year now, your roommate has been very gracious to buy food not only for himself, but to also buy plenty of communal food for your apartment and even some food for you when you ask. Showing a great appreciation for you and your living arrangement.
"However, you not only refuse to ever compensate or help contribute by buying communal food yourself, but you also frequently eat the food he buys for himself without asking or replacing it. You may occasionally promise to pay him back or replace his food that you eat, but you never do. Despite the fact he's becoming increasingly pissed off about it. You even ate that expensive Chobani Greek yogurt he bought for his diet, even though he bought you the cheaper Dannon light yogurt you asked him to grab while you were out. Then you ate the Dannon yogurt.
"Oh, and before you say anything, the fact you buy a half-sheet pizza to split like once every three months definitely doesn't make up for it, so stop pretending that it does. That costs like... $15. You eat about that much worth of his food like every single freakin' week. Stop being such a douche.
"You are a leach. A bottom-feeding parasite upon your roommate's sustenance and finances.
"I want to play a game.
"You pig-out on your roommate's food and cause an ever-growing rift between the two of you... now, you must now let go of the urge to gorge yourself to survice. The device you are strapped to will begin to force-feed you. Within 60 seconds, enough food will be forced into your stomach to make it explode. The only way to survive is to swipe your debit card in the card-reader before you, which will transfer six-month's worth of grocery money into your roommate's bank account. But in order to get to your debit card, you must dig it out of the vat of Chobani yogurt beside you... Chobani yogurt that is filled with razor blades and pieces of barbed wire.
"Will you stop being a selfish tool to save your own life and finally pay back your roommate? Or will you refuse, justifying it for stupid reasons like that one time you gave him the gift-card for the free blooming onion from Outback Steakhouse as a justification for why it's ok to eat all of his god-d*** pretzels when he's not home?
"Make the choice. Let the game begin."
And FURTHERMORE, this is my signature! SERIOUSLY! Did you think I was still talking about my point?
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