Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today's contributors are: Sara, Tabitha, Scott.
Tabitha walks into the apartment, her nose picked up the pine-fresh scent of cleaning supplies. Looking around she notices Scott is cleaning the kitchen table.
“Am I in the right apartment? Someone besides me is cleaning? Scott is cleaning? I must be dreaming.”
“I figured I was due to do some cleaning up around here.”
“That's very nice of...wait! What'd you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you spill something? Break something? What was it? What are you trying to cover up?” Tabitha walks over to the table and starts sniffing.
“Did you just..sniff..the table? Can't a guy lend a hand around here without getting the 2nd degree?”
“You mean 3rd degree.” Sara corrects from the couch.
“I had it right. First you came in here and gave me a hard time, and now Tabitha's on my case. That's two degrees.”
“Are you saying that you didn't spill something?”
“I'm just saying a guy should be able to clean his own table without being grilled by his roommates.”
“I'm surprised you even knew where the cleaning supplies were.”
“You had them under the sink. No creativity at all. Everyone puts their cleaning supplies under the sink.”
“Yes, you're so uncreative Tabitha. If Scott was putting things away, we could get the windex right out of the fridge.”
“And the ice cream would probably be stored in cabinets, and the milk would never leave the counter.”
“That's not true. Once the milk got chunky I'd probably throw it away.”
“Yeah, but you probably wouldn't empty the trash until it really started to smell.”
“Is there any other reason to empty the trash?”
“You know, some days I wish we could vote you out of the apartment.”
“Oooh! Survivor: 6th Floor!”
“And that's how I'll catch you.” Tabitha opens up the trash and looks in, seeing two cartons of milk.
“Did you spill BOTH cartons of milk?!”
“How'd you manage that? You know what, I don't want to know. You better be going downstairs to replace them.”
“I already got on him about that. I can't have breakfast in the morning without my milk.”
“I'll get the milk. Plenty of milk. We'll all get that milk.”
“Good. I'd hate for Sara to have to milk you in the morning.”
Tabitha walks into her room, ignoring Scott and Sara staring at her in shock at her comment.