You found St. Agatha’s Orphanage one stormy night. It was raining like crazy and you were cold and we’re coughing and sneezing like crazy. You knock on the door to see a pretty woman, the caretaker, at the door, smiling lovingly until she sees you, freezing your head off

Caretaker: Oh dear! You must be freezing! Let me get you inside child!

The caretaker takes you inside and grabs you some tea

Matron: My name is Matron…what’s your name, dear child?