Korner: *walks into my room, holding a crossbow, breathing heavily, mud smeared on his forehead and right cheekbone*
Me: "What's up?"
Korner: "We are going to hunt a bird."
Me: "Why?"
Korner: "The freaking bird attacked me! I was just chilling on the bridge when it flew at me!"
Me: "Ok... Don't you want to wash up first, you got some mud on your face."
Korner: ...
Korner: "It's shit"












