Itachi: *standing in the kitchen wearing a frilly pink apron*
Me: Aww... Where's my camera?
Itachi: *death glare*
Me: Dude, I have a five-year-old brother. That shit doesn't work on me.
Itachi: *sad puppy eyes*
Me: That's kinda creepy with your eyes like that... *cough* Uhh... Oh yeah, where are the cookies?
Itachi: I don't know how to make cookies.
Me: Well... You should. You're old, I mean you're just... Old. Now make the cookies. *goes off into the living room*
Five minutes later...
Me: *comes back in the kitchen* Hey Itachi...
Itachi: *pouting* What?
Me: Are you going to make the cookies?
Itachi: I don't know how! And this stupid cook book is... STUPID! *throws the book through a window*
Me: Ummm... First off, you're gonna have to pay for that. *goes to the fridge* Secondly, you could have always used the insta-cookie fridge stuff. But since you broke my window, I'm gonna eat the insta-cooke dough with Kisame while we watch Jaws. So you can dig through the three feet of snow that's outside to find my cook book. Then you can make the damn cookies from scratch! And fix my window! *goes back into living room*
Itachi: *sniffles and goes outside to look for the cook book*
Two hours later, when Jaws was over...
Kisame: Hey Itachi...
Itachi: Shut up. *throws a cookie dough ball at Kisame's head*
Kisame: Okay then... *goes back into the living room*
In the living room...
Me: *putting eyelinder on Gaara* Kisame, did he make the cookies?
Kisame: He has cookie dough.
Gaara: I want cookie dough... Gah! That was my eye!
Me: Well, maybe if you'd stop twitching so much!
Well to make a long story short, Itachi made the cookies. Kisame watched a Jaws marathon, Gaara got a make-over and I got to poke Gaara in the eye. Oh and Itachi never did fix my window... Jerk.