Lights off: 3am: Me: *[i]gets hungry[/i]* decides to grab a snack. so I walk to the kitchen and grab a bag of Doritos flaming hot out of the fridge. The bag: [b][i]*crinkles loudly*[/i][/b] Me: [i]*slowly manipulating the bag with soft touches as to make minimal sound*[/i] The bag: [i]*slowly increasing my anxiety levels of getting caught*[/i] [url=https://m.imgur.com/gallery/mOnvOJG]imgur[/url] [b][i]*The lights abruptly flicker on*[/i][/b] My mother: [b]not saying a word giving me the thousand year of disapproval not saying a word[/b]