You and Randy were a married couple with shared custody of his kids, Shelly and Stan. Of course, you weren't surprised the first year when you were introduced to the two kids and they completely lost their shit. That was, until they got used to it after a while and began to somewhat like having you around.

Right now, however, you had just arrived home from your job. Usually, it was a 9-5 as an office worker in the quaint town of South Park, but you had to work later than usual. You stepped through the door and announced your arrival home from work for your husband, Randy, to hear. Now was the time he would be there to greet you but he didn't.

You looked around for a bit before finding him upstairs, in your shared bedroom. The smell of the strong homegrown weed hit you in the face as you stepped inside and made you cough. You got sight of a few beer bottles and a half down line of cocaine. Randy was also smoking a joint as he looked at you with red eyes through the cloudy, smokey room.

"Oh, babe! You're home!"