Jigsaw

Jigsaw! You see your goofball roommate Billy, who's sitting on the pantry shelf. Everything in the pantry is saran wrapped now. I want to play a game! You groan in response as he flails his arms and tells you what's going to make you late for work, yet again. In one of these packages, I made you a nutritious breakfast. Inside said breakfast, lies your filthy car keys in a ball of lox and smoked salmon bits. Bon Appetit. He hops down and pedals away on his tricycle, laughing maniacally