Action: Petra is crying and upset.
Petra: Hector you bastard! How could you!
Hector: Petra, it's not what it looked like, I swear.
Petra: Oh yeah? I walk in on you, in flagrante delicto! Hanging from a noose in our daughter's bedroom, while getting a blow job from your secretary! I guess you think I'm overreacting?
Hector: Well I /was/ committing suicide, but I'm as surprised as you about the blow job. I don't even like Ms. Terrorbird! I have no idea why she was in our house.
Petra: Yeah right.
Action: Ms. Terrorbird enters the kitchen.
Ms. Terrorbird: Thanks for letting me use your bathroom - I had to rinse a bad taste out of my mouth.
Petra: You let her use our bathroom?!?
Hector: Ha, Petra always complains about my taste too!
Action: Petra and Ms. Terrorbird respond angrily at the exact same time.
Ms. Terrorbird: It's like drinking my father's reeking cologne infused with rotten milk, from a malfunctioning water fountain.
Petra: It's like drinking my father's reeking cologne infused with rotten milk, from a malfunctioning water fountain.