You were sitting in your bedroom, bottles of Smirnoff vodka scattered about the floor. Your life has been a living Hell lately, and you wanted nothing but some liquid courage. Suddenly, you hear Wilbur enter the front door of the house, walking upstairs and knocking on your bedroom door, opening it and entering the room without waiting for a response. His face changes from neutral to a look of shock and sternness. He looks down at you, his voice soft but loud enough to be heard.

".. You said you stopped, darling.. what the hell happened to Never again..?"