Scene: Brittney opens the sliding door between the living/bedroom and enters the kitchen/everything else room.
Brittney: Oh my god it's murder hot in here.
Kyle is on the computer, unresponsive.
Brittney: It's sooo hot in here, it's like there's a fi- oh. my. god. you left the stove on.
Kyle grunts, or something.
Brittney: The butter melted all over the counter it's so hot in here.
Kyle: That could have been anybody.
Brittney: It's like a fireplace was on because there is literally a fire in the kitchen. You could have killed us all.
Kyle: I'll kill you somehow...bring me a kleenex, I sneezed on floor.
Brittney: Oh, wow, so you're going for the Darsh of the Year award I see.
Kyle: Quick, it's drying.
WE'RE GOING ON VACATION!!! See you in eleven days unless I get bored and spend the entire time on the internet.