Rose walked into the kitchen. "WAIT!" Vaati yelled, spinning around.
"What?"
"Don't take another step!"
"Why?"
Vaati pointed around the room. "I've put hundreds of really tiny toothpick tops all around this room."
"Why?"
"To catch the guy who stole my sandwich." Vaati pointed to an empty plate on the counter.
Rose pressed her fingers to her eyes. "Vaati, why did you do this?"
"Because someone took my sandwich!"
Rose turned to walk out of the room. "Ow!" She turned around again. "Alright, so you put toothpicks all over this room."
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Because someone took my sandwich!"
Rose groaned. She took a step forward, and then recoiled.
"I can't tell, did you get hit in the head, or was your hair always that color red?"
"Vaati, I took your sandwich."
Vaati was silent.
"You know, it took a really long time to set up all these toothpicks."
"Vaati-"
"I got stabbed so many times setting this all up!"
"Vaati-"
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to sharpen a fucking toothpick? There are four hundred toothpicks in this kitchen!"
"Vaati!"
"Yeah?"
"Why can't I just make you another sandwich?"
There was a long pause.
"Sure, that works."
Rose walked to the refrigerator in the corner of the room.
"Oh wait! Don't touch anything on the second shelf!"
Rose's hand flew back in pain. "What is wrong with you?"
"I'm actually surprised you made it this far."
"Make your own sandwich, Vaati, I'm going in the living room where it's safe."
Rose walked out of the room, careful not to touch anything else.
"Oh! Rose! Don't touch the DVD player!"
"Dammit Vaati!"