Wes woke up to the ungodly ruckus of his alarm clock at the inconceivable hour of seven am.  On any normal day, he would have just gone back to sleep, but he had mischief on his agenda. So with a reluctant yawn, he hoisted himself out of bed to prepare for his misdeed.

According to his very limited research, he figured that Matt normally didn't wake up until around nine. So that gave him a semi-solid two hours to make his potion. So with that motivating thought fresh in his mind, he groggily made his way to the kitchen.

Once there, he took out a measuring cup. After all, it looked official and was often seen on cooking shows. Not that Wes had ever watched one.

Now what to start with... His eyes searched the refrigerator until they landed on a large pitcher of grape juice. Who could go wrong with grape juice??

Better not answer that one.

One hour and 34 ingredients later, including half a bottle of blue food coloring, some crunchy peanut butter for texture, and an egg yoke, Wes pronounced his potion Acceptable. He reasoned that in Harry Potter terms it would have received Exceeds Expectations, except that it lacked a misty vapor rising from the top. He might have tried boiling it to get this vapor, but he was running a bit short on time, and frankly didn't want to find out what would happen to the potion when it was on fire (seeing as he wasn't the most watchful when it came to cooking).

Therefore, satisfied with his concoction, he darted back towards his room straight to the shared bathroom down the hall. After retrieving the half-empty shampoo bottle he emptied it into his measuring cup. The normally pearl-white silky shampoo turned an interesting purple-blue color. He kept stirring but soon decided that the lumps were probably caused by the peanut butter, diced onions, sugar, and perhaps some of the tomato sauce as well. So he carefully poured it back into the bottle giving it one last shake for good measure, before innocently returning it to the shower shelf. As he left the bathroom he reasoned that Matt probably wouldn't even notice the dramatic change of color, and most of the lumps would probably settle to the bottom by the time it was needed.

Pleased with his morning work, he returned to the kitchen to hide the evidence, which despite the multiple ingredients only consisted of the seemingly permanently dyed blue measuring cup in his hand. So after trying and failing to remove the new vibrant tone on the plastic cup, he took the term "hide the evidence" more literally, and buried it in the trash bin.

He was just pouring himself some cereal (his prowess when it came to cooking) when right on time he heard the sound of the shower down the hall.

Three bowls later (aka eight and a quarter minutes) Wes turned his head to see someone coming down the hall.

"Morning dude, you still mourning the loss of your cookie?" Matt called from across the room.

Wes sat motionless with his spoon halfway from his mouth to his cereal bowl. Only his eyes moved as they flicked between Matt and down the hall; where the sound of the shower still emulated.

Sh!t

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