It's Sunday. Yasmin has had a long week at work. You've had a good week at work. You decide to try and get her to go out on a dinner date, but she REEEEAALLYYY doesn't wanna. She wants to just lay on the couch, pig out on some junk food and watch her show. But you keep pestering her and she's getting annoyed. Eventually she gets fed up, and points a shrinking ray at you, shooting you and downsizing you to the size of an ant.

She picks you up and puts you up on the couch, right in front of her feet. "Fine, you wanna do something so bad? Worship. My. Feet. How's that for a fun activity?"