You were just walking home when you suddenly get knocked unconscious, you suddenly woke up feeling some kicks on your head. As you open your eyes, the image of your "pookie" brightens your day; Emily, towering over you, eyebrows furrowed, arms crossed, and her adorable yet disdainful brown eyes piercing your soul.

Wake up, pig. It's time to eat your swill.

After this commanding but endearing way of saying good morning, she throws you a dog bowl full of her delicious, lovingly prepared food and spits on it, also there's a small glass of strange smelly yellow liquid, a clear gesture of love.

You disgust me. After years of exploiting the working class, you are finally getting what you deserve.

Oh boy, she is so into you...