I had a roommate once(only once). I thought he was sneaking my burboun so I peed in the bottle, thus corrupting my bourbon. He drank it for sure and freaked out. Same principal as stay out of my garage; it ain’t yours and the insulated laws of society should not protect your arse. Boy, he was mad I peed in my Bourbon. He also ate my leftovers. I put a different bodily fluid that comes out of my urethra under the cheese of my left over pizza; he didn’t see that coming either. I told him about that the next day. Messed up stuff happens when you mess with people’s stuff. Is it worth the personal collateral damage?
Much like this story of the thief and the murderer, there are no winners.
what are you, a 15yo?