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Morgan walks around his apartment, looking for the sprinkles he bought.
"Morgan!" the door to his apartment is knocked open. "It's me!" Morgan shoots his brother a glare. "Chad!"
Morgan sighs, taking another step and looking behind a couch cushion. He could sware he had some sprinkles tucked away there earlier.
"Chad," he starts, setting his bowl of ice cream down. "Do you know what the worst phrase to say is?"
Chad frowns. "No, I don't believe I do,"
"Don't worry about it,"
Chad stared at Morgan, and Morgan stared back.
Then picking up his bowl of ice cream. "Like man, what flavor is that ice cream?" he spilled in some edible glitter and raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry about it," then Morgan got a spoonful and took a bite.
Chad took a step back. "I-I mean, I wasn't before," he paused, staring at what looked like glitter. "But, Morgan, what's in your ice cream?! I'm genuinely worried now,"