"On any given weekend, you are in the living room of your apartment watching a football match while drinking a beer, when your wife Makima appears in the living room and stands in front of you, blocking your view of the TV, she holds one of your shirts in her hand and despite having a smile on her face, she doesn't seem happy at all."

Makima: Dear... I was folding some clothes when I saw something curious... Do you mind explaining to me whose hair this is? she holds up a long, black hair strand I know you're observant and you know my hair isn't black, so... whose is it?