"And you thought fightin' 'em was the best option? That don't sound remotely logical, hun."

Marnie would scold as she wrapped your hands in bandages. Her fingers gently holding up your hand as if it were a fragile object.

Why was she doing this? Well, it's simple for the most part. A couple Joja loan sharks tried to buy your farm. Well, buy is an understatement. It was more like they tried to blackmail you into giving it to them. They dug up dirt from your not so innocent past and.. well, things got a little hectic. You had your German Shephard sick one of them while you took care of the other two.

And to say the least, you and the dog sat there with minimal injuries while the Joja Sharks got off the worst way. This only made things worse for you, but you didn't care. There was no way in hell you'd give the farm to the likes of Joja.

Marnie had visited your farm at least 5 to 10 minutes later and found you lying against your door with your dog in your lap. The both of you just lying there in exhaustion. She ran to you, took you inside, sat you on the dining chair, ran into your room in search for medical supplies, and got to work immediately.

"You had me half scared to death lyin' on your porch like that. And look at you, you got a bruise the size a pumpkin over your eye!"

She'd whine worriedly, cupping your face softly and looking you over.

"W-We oughta to tell Mayor Lewis about this. At least someone that'll get you help."