a shoemaker's meal

My mom split the chips between me and my four brothers. We all got 20 chips and hated each other by the end.

The gang split the chips. Now we're all mad and plotting revenge.

We had one bag of chips and five people. It was like a war.

I got 10 chips. My brother got 15. He thinks he's a king.

They split the chips and still argued. It was ridiculous.

We had five people and one bag. Of course, no one got what they wanted.

We took turns eating chips like it was a competition. I got the last chip and won.

The bag was passed around like it was a treasure. We all wanted it.

I ate the last chip and everyone else cried like I killed their dog.