Okay, first off: The fuck? If you heard moaning coming from your son's bedroom, would you really go look to see what was going on? Come on, Donna. There is something wrong with you.
And then you go an kill me again at the very end. I swear, I've died like five times now. I really hate you right now. You have no idea of the amount of hatred I am feeling toward you right now.
If this continues, we may never speak again.