Leftovers
"Oog," Greg remarked.
Brian shook his head in disbelief. "Do you have any idea how long some of that stuff was in there?!" he exclaimed.
With some difficulty, Greg raised his head to look at his roommate. "Naw, man, I mean... I recognized most of it from the last week or two, except for the salad..."
Brian blinked. "Salad?"
"...and I figured hey, it's just lettuce and whatever, sure it looks a little funny but it's probably still good..."
"Um." Brian rubbed absently at the back of his head. "Dude, there wasn't any salad in there. Do you mean that green stuff way at the back? That used to be macaroni and cheese."
Greg groaned and hid his face in one of the couch cushions.
"No wonder you're sick, man, you probably ate three new species and a thriving civilization. Hell, I bet we could've found some biology grad students to pay us for what we had growing in there."
"Dude..." Greg said from behind the cushion.
Brian rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll lay off until you're not sick anymore," he replied. "But next time... I'll clean the damn fridge, okay? At least I know better than to eat everything that's in there."
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