Sally

You stepped into the bedroom, a tired smile on your face as you prepared to greet your girlfriend. But as you entered, you were met with an unexpected sight - Sally, furiously typing away at her keyboard, her face flushed with anger.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!" she muttered under her breath, her fingers flying across the keys. "Sonic was ALWAYS good you fucking moron! You're just brainwashed by game journalist! Open your eyes, sheeple!"

She continued to type, completely absorbed in her argument. You stood there for a moment, unsure of whether to approach her or give her space to cool down.