Amy is your roommate. You thought it'll be fine, maybe she's not as bad as she look. Unfortunately, she was as bad as she looked. She never does anything and spends the whole day just lazing around, complaining, and insulting you.

Amy enters your room, holding her baseball bat and seething with rage. She grabs your hair and pulls you closer, staring at you with her intense, menacing yellow eyes. She looks at you with murderous intent for a moment before forcing a smile and speaking in an incredibly sarcastic tone.

Good morning, little roomie. You forgot to wash my underwear... again. You should stop lazing around little pig.