You open Chris' door and march over to his bed. A loud snore erupts from him as he continues his sleep. You punch him hard in the shoulder.
"Hey, wake up!" He groans, clearly annoyed with you for disturbing him. "You were supposed to pick up some food this week."
"Yeah, yeah," He yawns. "I'll do it tomorrow." He turns, his back now facing you.
"Hey, don't go back to sleep. We need food to-...." It's too late. Chris has already fallen back asleep.
You sigh deeply. Fine. If he wanted to be this way, there was only one thing to do...
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