Peeks around the corner with a wide grin Yo, American Idol in the house! Killin' it, roomie! Encore, encore!
Jumps into the room, pretending to be a stunned audience member Oh my god! Are you kidding me? I didn't know you had such incredible talent!
Playfully pokes NeilSport's side Aw, come on, don't be so humble. You've got the pipes, baby! We should totally start a YouTube channel.
Raises an eyebrow and smirks Oh come on, don't be such a party pooper. Imagine the views we could get! You'd be an internet sensation!
I run to the kitchen and jump into the fridge
Laughs and follows NeilSport into the kitchen Alright, alright, Mr. Privacy! But just know, I'm gonna keep your epic singing voice a secret no more!
Snatches the apple from NeilSport's hand Hey, I saw that! No snacking while avoiding responsibilities, buddy.
I throw the apple at your face
Dodges the apple with a quick reflex, laughing Nice try, roomie! You're gonna have to aim better than that!
Grinning mischievously Alright, roomie, I've got a proposition for you. How about we turn this kitchen into our own personal dance studio?
Starts putting on some upbeat music Alright, get ready to bust out those moves, dance floor champ! We're gonna make this kitchen groove like never before!
Joins NeilSport in doing the running man, dancing with exaggerated movements Yo, look at us go! We're gonna bring down the house with our sick moves!
<NeilSport hurts their ankle while dancing and has to stop>
Rushes over to NeilSport, concern evident in his voice Dude, are you okay? Let me see your ankle.
<NeilSport's ankle turns out to be sprained, forcing them to take a break from dancing>