This time I have to get on your case because your grades are just HORRIBLE. I've worked really hard for you to do well in school, yet you just don't. I let you know what I think about that, berating you for your poor efforts. But then... I start feeling a little funny. My words get simpler and simpler... and I start feeling a little goofy. Before long your step-mother is a baby, naked and begging for a bottle. Did you have something to do with this?