*paces*
What do I do?
*Lady gets up off of bed*
Lady: *Looks at frying pan randomly lying at end of room, and grips it*
*Tuns at Marie and swings*
O_O
*Marie gets knocked out*
Lady: Dang... what is that thing...
And where am I? Did they try to kill me? Am I a prisoner now? Oh God!
*mumbles in sleep*
Potato... I am a potato....