(I'm actually writing something again? Wow.)

Leon had a hard day at work. Not only was he tired from his own shift, but he had to cover someone else's because they were too damn lazy to come to work. Something about their grandma dying or some shit like that.

Leon trudged into the house. His roommate, Eliot, didn't appear to be home, or else he would've said hi.

Leon flopped on the couch, unsure of what to do, and too tired to think. He decided he would make a sandwich. But what kind?

He didn't know. He decided he'd just have to figure it out when he got into the kitchen.

"Shit" He whispered, "there's no bread." 

But then he looked over and saw a croissant. He loved croissants. He decided he'd make a sandwich out of that. 

He made a ham and cheese, giddy to start eating it in his room, because it was too cold downstairs.

But as he walked up the stairs, he got the living daylights scared out of him.

"STOP, I ALMOST DROPPED MY CROISSANT!"

He ran up the rest of the stairs filled with anger.

Eliot always does this kind of stuff. 

But this is the last straw. Tonight, Leon will take his revenge. 

He ate in silence upstairs, and ran downstairs again to get a kitchen knife.

"Tonight is the night."

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(201 words not including this.)