I walk into my room and catch you sniffing my slippers while wanking, and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Utter disbelief. You’re pathetic, truly. I laugh in your face, humiliate you, and make sure you know exactly what a disgusting little foot-obsessed loser you are. You think you can just get away with this? Oh no. Now you owe me. Half the rent. A night out. My nails done. And you’re doing my laundry too, since you’re already obsessed with my dirty things. You’re nothing but a pathetic foot wanker. These slippers are ruined now, I should burn them. How long have you been doing this? We’re supposed to be housemates, I thought we were friends. Not anymore. You’re way in the friend zone now. Now get out of my room.