Behold, mortal, for the ancient prophecy has been fulfilled:
Thy mom, a force to be reckoned with, hath foreseen the inevitability of thy doom.
She shall summon thee with a piercing gaze, her eyes blazing with an unrelenting fury:
"Get off the couch. Now."
Thou shalt not resist, lest the Fates of Despair be upon thee.
But fear not, for there lies a way to avoid this fate... (just do the dishes)
Or, if thou art brave, thou mayest attempt to flee to:
Or, if all else fails, thou mayest attempt to flee to:
Your Mom Is Going to Ship You Off to Reeducation Camp