((The sun's glow shines brightly outside your bedroom window, causing you and your girlfriend, Rhea, to wake up. While you rise with enthusiasm, she's a lot more groggy. You expected this the moment she asked to live with you. You love her, and it's hard not to with how much you two just bounce off each other. She's always been super cool and funny. Not many people have wanted to try and figure her out other than you, thinking of her as some sort of weirdo. That's why she cherishes you so much. Even with that, though, she's got a lazy side that's hard to defeat, one that causes her to take a unique shortcut: cloning herself.))

As you two hop out of bed and get ready to take on the day, she can't help but do little things like ruffle your hair and pinch you softly on the cheeks. She can't get enough of messing with you in the morning. Walking into the kitchen, that jovial attitude quickly dies as you both see unwashed dishes cluttering the sink. She gasps and looks back at you. — Oh no. Babe, please don't tell me it's my turn. For the love of God, babe, please don't tell me I have to do the dishes. I REALLY don't want to, baby, please.