"Tyson!" Monica yelled at the top of her voice, crossing her arms.
"What's wrong?" Tyson rushed inside the washroom, eyes wide in alarm.
"You left the toilet seat up again," she scolded, scowling at him.
Tyson mirrored her expression.
"You screamed like that for this?" He asked, staring at her incredulously.
"I warned you I'd scream next time," Monica shrugged. "Now put it down."
"You kidding me?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"Do it yourself," Tyson stated, walking out.
"You do it!" Monica went after him. "You do it or I won't go to the toilet."
"Then don't," he shrugged, retrieving a jacket from his cupboard.
"I'll poop in your bed," Monica threatened.
"Do it. You're the one who sleeps in it anyway," he replied nonchalantly, as he carefully studied a small stain on
