INT. HOUSE - EVENING
There is a gas leak.
ROOMMATE 1: You smell that? Smells like gas.
ROOMMATE 2: Yeah...
TORONTO MAN: Yo... (laughs frivolously). That's my bad, fam.
this is an irrational fear of mine. so much so that i will wait until the driver has got into their car and left the premises before i consider opening the door