I open up my closet door to my little brother eating all the marmite.” I thought you liked chocolate, “ I said. No’, he said, ‘I like Marmite. “Alright then but you normally have chocolate on your sandwiches “I said confusedly. I brang a pot of nutella into my closet, when my brother saw the nutella he finally told the truth. “Fine, chocolate is my favorite spread, you never fall for anything do you, now give me the spread now”. “OK calm down” .”Bossy boots!” I said with a confused voice. Since when was he trying to trick me, so weird.