It's almost three in the morning, you've been at a party without your dad knowing. You climb up the oak tree that's right next to your bedroom window. You silently open the window, climb in, and closes it. You sigh with relief that you got in without making any sound. You step away from the window. The lights switch on. You gasp loudly. You turn to see your dad who looks irritated.

"Listener where have you been?!" Present Mic shouts. "I've been worried sick!"