Rummage through the fridge and try to look innocent, when you expression totally says you're clearly up to something.
Step 3: Voila! Laugh maniacally as it is confirmed you have officially reached Barf-o-Rama status.
**I don't know why it's doing that weird chipmunk fast-forward thing, but apparently I'm having some technical difficulties. Turn the volume off- you can still see the sheer joy in his face as he terrorizes me. If anyone knows how to remedy this, please let me know!**