Your name is Bro Strider, and your little brother is sneezing and coughing like a maniac. His friend isn't all that cool, hell he isn't cool at all, but you have to admit he is a nice boy. Hes been cooking for the three of you and you compliment him by saying that it is pretty good, which is the real truth. You gobble it down each time he lays it down in a very cool manor and try not to be disrespectful about the mushrooms, but you can't say the same for your brother Dave. They are unpleasant, but you will admit they add a strange, yet wonderful taste that settles in your mouth.
Your name is Dave Strider, and you hate these bullshitty mushrooms. John is now nice enough to make them as tiny as possible for you so you cant find those fuckers. It makes it a little better for you to stand them when they are so very tiny. You also find that when this friend of yours cooks, he makes a different recipe each time. You beg him to make cheese burgers and mac n cheese some time again, but he wont because of the fact your stomach cant handle that shit. You've been puking non-stop and each time it lasts a minute or two. When your bent over the toilet and he rubs your back gently with warm touches. You have never felt the feeling of love or comfort in your life, but now you know how how some children feel. Its shit, but you remember the feelings. But the most uncool thing is, its the very thing itself that drives your nightmares.
Your name is Dave Strider, and you are feeling uncool feelings.