well, the battle in the

well, the battle in the kitchen is getting messier. The pile of trash has grown by two bags. There is a tray with blood on it from the steak that Questal cooked. The flies will love that one. I official refuse to take the trash out now. I’ve done the dishes plenty of times now. And I’ve cleaned up after these guys in the living room. I wonder what it will take to get the trash thrown away.
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