[How about a short interloper barging into the kitchen with the intention of grabbing more movie snacks and ending up possibly stepping on poor Stiles instead? He's about to apologize for the poor manners of almost walking all over this poor, suffering person when he recognizes the specific whining tone of that groan.
Oh. Of course it's you. He'll just back up a step and let you writhe with space.]
You can't possibly hate everything. What about kittens and baby rabbits?