Beel: *opens the fridge, seeing a box labelled 'You open, you get the chancla'*
Beel: *begins to open the box*
Beel: *gets hits behind the neck, finding a flip flop (sandal) on the floor behind him*
Beel: *looks up and sees Emmy standing at the entrance with another flip flop (sandal) in her hand*
Beel: ... How- I - Wha-? {internally, 'how the frick did she know?'}
Emmy: ... *raises her eyebrow*
Beel: ... *guilty whisper* I'm sorry
Emmy: Hmmph, I'll give you a slice in exchange for cuddles and kis-
Beel: Bet














