Trev, sitting next to Mike, both in wheelchairs: *glares at Mike* I left a bag of chips on my table and someone stole it.
Mike: Don’t look at me.
Trev, leaning in closer: Oh I’m looking at you.
MIke: *sigh*
Trev: Hey, I’m sorry you’ve proven yourself untrustworthy.
Mike: It has be 42 years, Trevor.