So the experiment didn’t work?
Yeh, I thought that might happen.
What were the odds
of sewer crocs coming up
to your hallway
to eat all your spoiled meat?
Now it’s even more spoilt.
Who’s gonna clean up that mess?
Me?
How am I responsible?

It was your fault for listening to me.
You’re to blame for taking my advice.
It’s like
fooled once, shame on you
second time, blame to me?
Well, I’ve fooled you a couple dozen times.
Maybe your parents owe you something.
Not me, though.
It’s on you for trusting me.
I’m an idiot.

And I don’t know if you’re more of one
but I feel pretty sure
for considering what I have to say
you’re a fool, too.

So
all that spoilt meat
have you tried frying it?
I mean
what’s the worst that could happen?