You really need a nap. Or, at least, you need to check what was in your cereal this morning, because, judging on what you're seeing, you're pretty sure it was drugged.
You slam the refrigerator door shut, but, as curiosity overcomes you, you open it up again, and stare blankly at the teenager in your refrigerator. After a moment of silence, the teenager grins at you in a way that can only be described as chaotic.
"Hi! My name's Henry. Do you have a pen I can borrow? I'm working on a new Dungeons and Dragons character, and I forgot to grab a writing utensil."
In shock, you nod. Walking over to your counter, you grab a pen from a cup, open up the refrigerator, and give the pen to Henry.
"Henry, would you mind handing me the cheese? The kind in the squares."
"Oh, sorry, I ate all of them. I got hungry and bored a few hours ago. I mean, you can only destroy so many universes!" He grinned at you, and you honestly couldn't tell if he was kidding or not.
"Reminds me," he continued to ramble on, "why don't you have any goat cheese? Goat cheese is the best kind of cheese there is! I mean, seriously?"
You stare at him, as he rambles on about the merits of goat cheese. Stunned, you slowly grab the mayonnaise and turkey slices, and close the refrigerator door. He doesn't seem to notice you doing this, and continues to ramble on about how incredibly fantastic goat cheese is.