The Molotov:
I sit in the kitchen, watch football, drink beer with a whale, next to the cat whale cries.
The beer is over. Get up and shuffle to the refrigerator.
I look at the cat, that cuddle to the refrigerator and looks with such big eyes, like "the master, I would give a beer, the current high and the door, pale, hard to open...
I earned a piece of wrap 😉