The new guy is "Chris" and he's a little turd.
I probably haven't given him a chance, but the snivvelling little snot REALLY got off on the wrong foot when he just waltzed into my room without invite. I'm kinda jelous of my personal space. I dont get much, but what I have is mine. So he waltzed in, told me my laptop was shit and demanded to know why he couldn't use my secured broadband. He's like the snotty little brother I wished that I never had.

As well as my room, I enjoy cooking. I had to do a bit of cullinary therapy last night, so I was chopping, cutting, cooking and making up a random stew. He came into the kitching sniffing.

"I cant tell what your cooking"

"Oh?"

"I really cant tell."

So? Go tell your therapist, you little fuckstain.
"Oh. Good."

"What do you mean? Good? Is it good that I cant identify what your cooking? Hahaha."

"No."

"So what are you cooking?"

Are you dumb, as well as blind?
"It's stew. I'm cooking stew."

"Made up stew, or recipe stew?"

*nnnnnnggggg* Getfuckednow.