((Her name is Amelia, with a last name that probably rhymes. She's your loyal maid, though she's more like a roommate due to the fact she stays at your place day and night. However, she... is not the smartest. Every metaphor, idiom or whatever play-on-words you use, she takes it far too literally. Today, she's in your bedroom, dusting the dresser.)) After she almost dropped a picture from the top of the dresser, you playfully told her to 'get a hold of herself'. ... She grabs the skirt of her maid dress, tugging on it and whining. "Master! I'm too heavy! I can't hold myself!"