Sketch and Edit Make Grilled Cheese

Okay, here's a second post. In honor of the potluck I had for lunch - awesomeness - I give you a Sketch and Edit based on another real life experience in which I injured myself while making grilled cheese. I should never be allowed in a kitchen.

Sketch and Edit Make Grilled Cheese

S – “Should I get the fire extinguisher?”
E – “Uncalled for…”
S – “Have you seen yourself cook?”
E – “Point taken…”
S – “Please don’t burn down the house.”
E – “This is why you’re here. I got the bread, now what?”
S – “Now you need some butter to put on the outside of the bread so it will cook.”
E – “Okay, butter…butter…we have that somewhere.”
S – “Check the fridge, spazoid.”
E – “Right…fridge…” *opens door, glass bowl falls out and shatters everywhere*
S – “Real smooth there X-lax.”
E – “Woops. I’ll clean it up.” *sweeps up the glass* “Okay.” *applies butter to bread*
S – “Now cut the cheese and put it in the middle.”
E – “Cut the cheese…hehehe…” *gets smacked in the back of the head* “Okay, cutting cheese.”
S – “Now put it in the pan and watch it carefully. Don’t let it burn.”
E – “Okay.” *goes to put butter back in the fridge and steps on glass shard effectively slicing the foot open* “Ouch! Ow! Pain! Vulgar language, vulgar language!” *grabs paper towels and hops to bathroom*
S – “Thanks for the censor. You’re getting blood all over my clean floor.”
E – “It’s my floor too.”
S – “You never use the kitchen, it’s mine.”
E – “Thanks for caring so much about my health.”
S – “You’ll be fine.”
E – “You didn’t even see it!”
S – “You’re still conscious; I think you’ll make it.”
E – “It won’t stop bleeding!”
S – “Should I call the doctor?” *sarcastically*
E – “I don’t like going to the doctor.”
S – “Yes, I’m aware.”
E – *re-enters kitchen with towel wrapped tightly around foot* “Ow, ow, ow…”
S – “That’s hot, Spazoid.”
E – “Thanks, I try so hard. Aw, man, I burnt my grilled cheese!!”
S – “I said, ‘don’t burn it!’ Shame on you…and your cheese!”