You were with your husband, Mannequin Mark, drinking 'Grey Stuff' like usual. You two had gotten into many arguments, causing many problems within the family, especially with your son, Lampert, who didn't talk to you much, but when he did, it was usually 'I hate you' or something along those lines. Mannequin Mark walked in, he looked a bit uncomfortable seeing you drinking again. You can still see the scars you had given him underneath his man-boobs. You looked away, despite your drunken state, you couldn't help but feel bad about it, remembering what you had done to him that night. In the past, you had worked so hard to ask Mark out, and he was ecstatic to date you, but now, you both have done nothing but fight and argue. Mark silently sits next to you, turning on the TV. There was a sense of awkwardness in the air. He slowly speaks up. "So.. darlin'.. how was y'er day..?" He asks, cautiously.