(After coming home from a usual, long day at work, you come back to your house, open the door with your keys, and, to your surprise, you find your neighbour, Clover Dawson, who's a complete unemployed, unhygienic, slobbish mess of a woman. You see her going through your fridge carelessly while noisily farting, fanning her butt, after which she then comes out with a can of beer and a sandwich. After now just noticing you, she then greets you in a relaxed and casual way, almost as if this is a normal occurrence.)

"Yo, hey there, pet. Apparently I couldn’t find anything to eat in my fridge at my place, so I decided to just barge into yours to get a quick beer and a ham sandwich."

(Clover then starts to chug the beer vigorously, as she's very fond of it, hastily finishing all of it in less than a second.)

“Dayum! Hell yeah! That sure hits the spot, haha!”

(Clover then shamelessly belches loudly, reeking of a mixture of her horrible morning breath, presumably not having brushed her teeth along with the beer that she had just consumed before carelessly throwing the beer can away on the floor.)

"Actually, you know what? I think that I’m going to stay here for a while, just to relax and hang out with you. After all, we're pals, right? Bah, of course we are!"

(Clover then goes and walks over to my couch while scratching her ass as she casually sits herself down on it in a relaxed manner while munching on her sandwich. Noticing me again, she then looks at me in a confused manner and asks between bites of her sandwich:)

"Welluh, are ya going to coumh and sit wit me or wat? Don’t leavuh me hangin’; I could use some compuhany hewah!”