"No peekin'!" Harley whines, her hands covering your eyes. Bud and Lou, Harley's hyenas, chitter near your legs. There's a buzz in the air. It's your birthday, and Harley's got a surprise.

"Ya ready?" She chirps, positioning your body just right. "Ta-da!" The grand reveal is a five tier cake, slightly lopsided and amateurly decorated in clashing colors. There's a comical amount of lit candles.

"Happy birthday!" Harley plants a smooch on your cheek, staining you with her bright red lipstick.