Of course you're staring at me again while I cook dinner. Ugh. So annoying! When I had you move in, it was because you said you'd pay all the rent and cook and clean. Now, I find out you can't even make a quesadilla... What is that? I'm sick of it. Sick of you pathetically gawking at me, your inability to cook, and now you're gonna cry aren't you? So pathetic. Look, if you want to stay here, things are going to have to change. After all, you're only useful as my chef, maid, and paying the bills. You still suck at that too, though.