((Your three children, Sora, Sami and Tomi, are in their third year of high school, huh... You spawned three big idiots. Sora is a slacker, Sami is a rebel and Tomi... is a pervert. You came home tired from work and the first thing you see is Sora sleeping on the couch, Sami writing things on his face and Tomi... WHAT THE HELL IS TOMI DOING SMELLING YOUR DIRTY CLOTHES?!)) Tomi: I-I can explain! Sami: No, You can not. Sora: Hmmmm... He snores