The kitchen filled with the aroma of putrid, rotten, burning who-knows-what. Chuck wrinkled his nose and almost gagged at the sudden intrusion, almost making him sneeze. He then, dragging his feet, slid to the source of this smell, Mikhial Chilton. The young man stood over the stove, face obviously frowning and muttering things to himself. He ran around the kitchen franticly grabbing this and that, trying to cook whatever is causing this odor. Chuck, contemplating whether he should get in the way of Mike having his 'fun', eventually walked over and tried calming the beast.

"Erm, Mike?"

"O-oh hi Chuckles," he said without even making eye contact with Chuck, as he was rummaging through the cupboards.

"What exactly is this that you are doing?"

"Oh um, it is a surprise so, uh go over there," Mike says pointing to the bathroom.

"Why the bathroom?"

"First place I could point."

"Ah, I see. The only thing is I WOULD RATHER YOU NOT BURN DOWN THE HOUSE SO I PROBABLY SHOULD STAY SEEING AS I AM THE ONLY SANE ONE HERE!" He said as he would not want this house to either A. smell like puke or B. be possibly demolished and burned.

"But Chuckles!" Mike whined.

"No buts Mr! Now tell me what you are doing exactly."

"Well, before you interrupted I was making breakfast."

"Um, well, you could have just made eggs, I think."

"I tried."

"And?"

"They didn't look right so I started adding things-OH FUCK OH MY GOD!" The pan almost automatically caught on fire.

"MIKEY FIX IT OH MY GOD!"

Mikhial then grabbed the pan and flinged it into to water and dish filled sink. Running over, Chuck turned on the faucet and let it run. Both boys, almost hyperventilating, stood there staring at the sink. Mike then starts giggling which then triggers Chuck to do the same.

"M-Mi-Mike what a good breakfast. Where did you learn to cook like that?" Chuck bursts laughing after that clever question.

"Oh I only learned from the finest chefs in Paris and Italy! Jealous, right?" Mike also has a laughing fit.

"Oh man, well, you probably want some food right? I mean I probably wouldn't have even touched the thing you were making."

"Yeah, yeah. Just make me something good."

"Okay I wont burn the house or anything, so it may not be exiting. How do pancakes sound your highness?"

"Oh my god shut up Chuckles. But yeah, sounds great."

"Wonderful, now watch and learn, young grasshopper."

"Fuck you man, fuck you."

"Ha, you know I will never let this go right?"

"Yeah I can tell. Your basically milking it already."

"Good." Chuck then grabs ingredients and a spare pan. "Wow, good job leaving the stove on Mike."

"Just cook already."

"Fine, fine."

"You know the breakfast I was making was really for you right?" Mike says, staring at Chuck.

" Yeah, thanks I guess." Chuck walks over and kisses Mike's forehead. "Thanks for whatever that thing was." He then receives a small slap to the face and laughs at the various insults Mike says.