“It called me. It whispered, ‘Ice cream… now…’”There I was, minding my business, when I heard the sacred sound of hunger.The fridge light hit me like a spotlight in a crime scene.I opened it slowly, hoping maybe something new had appeared.Spoiler: nope. Still leftovers and disappointment.Then I heard it. My brother’s voice from a hidden speaker inside:“Step away from the cheese, fatty!”I screamed, dropped the butter, and ran like Scooby-Doo.Turns out, he installed a motion sensor prank.Now I eat in stealth mode, like a fridge ninja.
