Week 2, Prompt C

In the kitchen, where the food sleeps dormant, you shall leave them be, you greedy little room mate. When you shall see the letters "JM" branded by that permanent black ink, the sort of ink that seeps into the very molecule structure of the plastic label, you shall not touch. Instead, you shall refrain any of your riotous living and end your thieving ways. The rules are very simple to follow, do not touch any food in the fridge, young one . . . or you will be punished. The sausage in the freezer is also off limits - do not ask for they are not yours. The soup in the closet above the fridge is also off limits, as are the chips. Do not ask for I will not answer you again. When you come home from biking and see what little soda you have left for us, for us who brought the soda in the first place, stop and close the fridge for you will not take the last soda . . . not again.

Now to more pressing matters, O you eternal thorn in my side. You will cease and disist to remove objects from the premise of our limited time property that do not belong to you with out asking . . . not that I would allow you to do so. So just don't ask because the answer will always be a resounding and awe inspiring no. If you incur my wrath again, I will do more than take my objects back from your limitd stewardship. You will wake up in your bed with all your belongings being shipped to the local center for needy folk. Your desk will be gone, your computer will be gone, your piano will be gone, I would take your car, but you don't have one so I will resort to taking your bike from you and force you to walk to the center for higher learning every day.

The last grievence on my list of grievences I have against you consists of the temperature of the breathable material in our living quarters. While I am still asleep, do not bother modifying it . . . I will do it myself. While I am sleeping, talk on your phone inside your quarter of living and close the entrance so your overly loud and carrying vocal signiture. Your laugh will no longer be premitted to pierce my ears and wake me before the lunch hour begins. If you obey these rules, you will not have to incur my wrath and you will lower the ammount of suffering you would have been prone to experience. Heed my warnings well and you will not be slain.
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