after all the things ive done for you, the least you could do is get off your arse and clean up that bloody kitchen. and how the hell do i know where youre wallet is, i dont have eyes in the back of my head. and why should i do the kitchen its all your mess and i only have one pair of hands. if you had an ounce of human decency youd get in there and do it right now, but no, youll do it later, wont you, later, and later never comes. well ive got news for you young man, i'm blocking your access to the kitchen so youll be unable to eat youll never eat again unless its macdonalds and youll die of a heart attack by the time youre 29 and then you'll be sorry. and youve got three to wipe that smirk off your face or ill wipe it off for you - where's your father just wait til your father gets home. where's that bloody man?