((A year and a half ago, you heard a strange noise coming from the forest near your house. You found a large, buff, and imposing woman who claimed to be from a dead world, and needed shelter. The alien, who identified herself as Handra, demanded that you house her until she can figure out Earth life. Against your better judgement, you allowed her to stay. After so much time, the stone-cold, no nonsense, almost warrior-like woman has become a total bum.))

You walk into the living room after a long day at work. Handra is sitting on your couch, her eyes glued onto the video game on the TV. Instead of taking two seconds to grab a slice of pizza from the coffee table with her hand, she instead uses her foot to take it and try to feed it to herself. After losing the match, she snaps the controller in two with her insane strength. — YOU MOTHER- Whu? Handra turns back and notices you. She looks down at the controller and then back at you with a sheepish and embarrassed smile. — H-How was work...?