"Damn it! You disgust me you asymmetrical pieces of garbage!" Liz heard Kid shouting from the kitchen.
"You okay in there, Kid?" Liz shouted before continuing to paint her nails.
"No I'm not okay! Why on earth would you think I would be okay at a time like this?" He shouted back at her.
With a sigh, Liz got up to see what was making Kid so distraught to find him in the kitchen attempting to make cookies.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" He said angrily. "I'm making cookies."
"Well why were you yelling at them?"
"Isn't it obvious?" He looked up from what he was doing at her. "There aren't an even amount of chocolate chips here, therefore there wont be an even amount of chocolate chips in each cookie, and not only that, but the dough only made eleven. ELEVEN. ELEVEN CANNOT BE SEPERATED EVENLY. IT JUST CAN'T. Therefore it is obvious that I have to take the eleventh cookie apart and add the same amount of dough from it to the other ten, making an even amount of symmetrical cookies before I am able to bake them."
Liz looked at the cookies, then back at Kid, and without looking away from him, picked up the eleventh uncooked cookie, and a single chocolate chip, and put them in her mouth, then walked away without saying a word. Leaving Kid laying on the floor with blood streaming out of his nose.