A Heated Argument With Thee

(My older brother is living with his friends in a house not too far away.)

Me: *making Hotpockets*

Brother: *bursts in through the front door* “I SMELLED THE SCENT OF DIVINE FOOD!”

(I scream because I didn’t know he was coming over at 12 am!)

Brother: “I SHALL TAKETH THINE POCKETS OF HEAT!”

Me: “NEVER!”

(In the end, he stole both ‘pockets of heat.’)