Ah, the joys of checking your email, or as you like to call it, "breathing."
Looks like you've got a letter from your mother. Aw, dear old mom. You can't wait for the day you graduate from college so you can move back in with her.
You are engrossed in her graphic description of Uncle Al's colonoscopy when a shadow falls over you. Maybe they are opening the box office, at last!
Nope. It's a tough looking girl with a blond crew cut.
"Just what the hell are you doing here?" she demands.
Uh-oh, you're going to have to be extra charming with this one...