Mama – Lil’ Demarcus, what’s this?
Son – That’s my journal. What are you doing with it?
Mama – I was cleaning your room and it fell off your desk and landed on this page. What’s all this nasty stuff in here?
Son- I didn’t write that.
Mama – It’s only me and you in the house. Did your imaginary friend write it?
Son – I mean, I wrote it, but that’s Bankroll Fresh don’t. He’s a rapper. I was trying to learn the lyrics.
Mama – I don’t want you listening to mess like this. I’m about to google these words to see if you telling the truth, and if you not, you getting a whooping. I’m going to investigate this diary further. You in timeout until I get back.
Son – It’s a journal, mom.
Mama – Get your ass in the corner!
39 minutes later …
Mama – Demarcus …
Son – Mama, mama, please don’t hit me with that hammer, I’m sorry!
Mama – Get out the corner.
Son – Mama, please!
Mama – I said get out the corner.
Son – Okay, please don’t hit me.
Mama – (hits wall repeatedly with hammer)
Son – Mama …
Mama – You wrote this for me?
Son – Yeah, I was gone give it to you for your birthday. I wasn’t done with it. I need to add some more parts to it. I just needed a break ‘cause I spent 2 days on it.
Mama – (hits wall with hammer) I will never put you in the corner again.
Son – That’s nice and all, but mama you didn’t have to be so dramatic. You know we Sims right? You could have just told our God to use the camera view with no walls.