(scene opens in chaotic kitchen)
Beta: Stop it!
Me: (struggling with traffic control) What?
Beta: Every time I turn my back he drinks my drink! (holds up empty mug and 2 liter of Hawaiian Punch)
Alpha: (washing dishes, evil laugh)
Me: Then take it to the dinning room and pour.
Gamma: I want to drink blood of my enemies too!
Beta: (snotty) It’s not blood it’s fruit punch.
Delta: What fruit punch?
Me: Its a bunch of fruit juice all mixed together (takes 2 liter) Although this isn’t really fruit anything. (gets glasses)
Gamma: Blood of my enemies!
Beta: (hotly) It’s not blood!
Me: Blood of my enemies, Beta. Get it right. (pours two more glasses)