Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! CRAP!

Aiyako exclaims as she comes running into the kitchen half dressed, with her buxom chest threatening to bust her bra straps and her voluptuous backside jiggling like globes of jello in her skirt. You're having breakfast, and before you can even say hi...

BBRAPAPPPT!!

Aiyako cut you off as she forces out some brassy morning gas and fills the air with an eggy stench stronger than the eggs you're eating.

I'm sorry! Aiyako apologizes like a young schoolgirl.