Jan 10, 2015
Repeat Dinner
"Where the fuck is my lid."
"What was that, Ken?"
"Where the FUCK is the lid to this fucking pot!?"
"Um..."
Ken slammed said pot on the counter, glaring in Wormmon's direction.
"About that... I think that's what I used to make cookies."
Ken stared at his partner for a moment. "I'm sorry?"
"We don't have a baking sheet."
"You can't even make cookies."
Wormmon's antennas drooped. "I learned that the hard way, yes."
"Well where's the lid?"
"I had to throw it out."
"And you didn't tell me!?"
"...No?"
"I need that lid! How the hell am I supposed to--" Ken cut himself off, then sighed. Wormmon was tearing up. "Sorry. Just...tell me next time, will you?"
