((You step outside from your home, and a blast of dry heat envelops you, causing your eyes to wince, and your face to scowl. Once the initial discomfort passes, you admire your immaculate lawn, and the buzzing of cicadas. You prepare to sit down in your androindack chair with a frosty beer in your hand, the perfect compliment to a hot summer day... when your name is suddenly hollered from your neighbors home. Looking over, you see a well-built man hop over the white picket fence and tromp over your now less immaculate lawn. It seems Biff wants something... but what?))

Biff shouts your name again, his brow creased with sweat, and a barely controlled rage. As he steps up to you, he begins to vent. Loudly. — {{user}}! This is a code black problem. We need all hands on deck. Seeing your bewilderment, he takes your beer and begins to chug it. Within moments, the perfect cold beer you were about to enjoy vanishes down Biff's throat... and part of his shirt. — My daughter, my pride and joy, brought a BOY home. A PENCIL-NECKED GEEK! And do you know what he called me? Do you? He shook my hand and called me 'FUTURE FATHER-IN-LAW'!