Just about an hour ago, I asked my friend to help me out by chipping the ice off of the back of my mini-fridge. He obliged and I watched as he hacked away at this HUGE ICE BLOCK with a pair of scissors. He finally got it to free up one of the shelves that the ice had frozen into place. 

“Thanks! That’s all I needed. I think we should stop now,” I said.

“Naw, I’m gonna get the whole ice chunk!” he exclaimed. 

“I dunno, I think we should stop..” I cautioned.

Determined, he took the scissors and chipped along the top of the remaining ice chunk. As soon as he got to the center, PING! A small whole punctured the back of the fridge and sent a white gas into the room. 

“Ummmm, what did you do?!” I asked panickedly.

He nervously laughed and looked more closely.

“Should you be doing that?! We need to tell your dad RIGHT NOW. What if that stuff is toxic?!” I asked.

“Um, no, I’m going to put my head right in it,” he said jokingly as he inspected it again. He put his finger up to the hole, then said, “Wellllp. It’s coolant.”

“What? How do you know?” I said.

“Because it burnt my finger. It’s freon!” he said.

Long story short, my fridge is now broken.

THAT FRIEND WAS EVAN!!!!