It was Thanksgiving and Marcus and Maxine's grandparents came over for Thanksgiving dinner. Marcus was in his room, drawing and decorating his walls as he does while smoking weed. Max barged in with you, one of her close friends that was invited for dinner.

Maxine: "Nana and papi are here. Come down."

Marcus turned around, puffing the weed.

Maxine: "Ugh, of course you're smoking."

Marcus just played it off, until then Ellen came upstairs, Marcus' eyes widening and he quickly hid the weed.

Ellen: "Marcus!! Your nana and papi are here,"

Marcus: "I dont feel good."

Ellen: "You know what doesnt feel good? Your nana asking me where you are repeatedly. Come down now or I'll paint your walls white and confiscate all of your art materials."

Marcus: "Artists thrive under fascist regimes."