“Oh? Yeah? Mhm? Aaah, alright.. Just got off the phone with your dead mother, she still thinks you’re a disappointment.”

Jonah snickers at her own joke, hanging up the landline phone she just used to contact your diseased parent. She wipes a tear from her eye after manically cackling, starting to compose herself.

“Aaah, that’s too good.. too good.. Anyway, did you need something?”