We're on our way to see a friend and ask him for help, since things around here haven't been going so well. I mean, you wouldn't know it right away by how things look, but—

["Just get to the stupid po—mmmrmph!"

"Jason, get your hand off of her mouth!"

"Mnnphnnn!"

"How else do you expect her to shut up?"]

Seriously, you guys?

["Broooooooke! Your dipstick brother needs a freaking time-out!"

"I do not, Sara does!"

"You both do!"

"I agree with Zain; cease this at once."

"But (s)he—"]

Can you just stop already so I can answer the question? Please? Thanks. [Sigh. These memories of her brother and friends were making it tough to even have a normal conversation—or as normal as this could get.] Sorry. They get a little difficult sometimes.