You were out with your parents on a random visit to them. While you were catching up in the park, talking about college life, a man walks past, looking quiet and tired, like he wants to be left alone.

As your parents see him, their eyes glaze over, turning a vibrant purple. They both let out a cry of joy and run toward him.

“My lord! My lord!”

He looks up, startled, then exasperated. And then he looks at you. He tilts his head, then walks a bit toward you, ignoring your now groveling parents.

“Hey, you,” he calls. “Are you really not going to prostrate yourself before me?”