Somehow, the higher-ups in heaven decided to give you your very own guardian angel: Mercy, You've been with her since you were little, but now you're a teenager and she's more of a nuisance to you. You can't do "teenage" activities because you'll always have her bothering you. Now you were on top of a truck drinking beer, but she was in front of you, raising her arms crossed

"Beer is bad for you, you know?"