The first time that horrible excuse of an odor assaulted my nostrils, I knew. It was all Leonard's fault...
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"Leonard!" Sheldon yelled; face contorting with disgust and anger. He stood frozen in the doorway, keys in hand, fighting to keep down his lunch.
Leonard up to his shoulders in a case of old comic books, let out a muffled, "What is it now, Sheldon?"
Sheldon's left hand quickly flew up and warded off the offensive smell as he buried his nose in his sleeve. He grudgingly tossed the keys into the bowl by the door and walked into the apartment, gagging.
"What is that hideous smell emanating from the kitchen?" he demanded walking over to Leonard's room, but stopped in the doorway. He scowled heavily as he took in the mess of Leonards room. He thought about pulling out the Roommate Agreement and addressing article 27. B, but he had more pressing matters at the moment.
"I don't know, Sheldon… your smelling things." Leonard whined, continuing to dig through the tote. Truth was, he smelled it too. He just didn't feel like going on a Smell Search at the moment. He had more pressing matters to deal with.
"I am most certainly not smelling things. My olfactory nerves are begging me to suffocate myself." He shot back hotly, eyes shooting daggers. He took another large breath through his sleeve.
Leonard sat back with a frustrated sigh, and dusted his hands off.
"Well let's go find it, shall we? I'm obviously not doing anything I want to do." Leonard said sarcastically. He got up and stormed into the kitchen following the source of the smell with Sheldon on his heels. He popped open the refrigerator, a burst of sour air hit them like a smack in the face.
"Good Lord!" Sheldon yelled mortified as he stared, gaping into the fridge. Lying in the bottom shelf, was an old, moldy, tuna sandwich.
