Oh, I See How It Is

Something is rumblng through the fridge, clawing at the cold cuts drawer.  Greg flicks on the kitchen light, and Max hisses, his arms filled with food.

“So, what, you’re just gonna come in here and snipe my stuff?” says Greg.

“And insult you.  You spineless wretch.”

Greg leans on the doorframe.  “I get it.  You don’t want to settle this on the Word Challenge court.  That’s cool. You can hang out here, until you find your balls.”

Silence.

“I was also going to do some mudslinging.”

“I’m going back to bed.”

“I brought actual mud.”

“Clean up when you’re done.”

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