Family "I SAID A FANTA LITE!" The fish slaps her face. "AHW! MUM!" Yelled the daughter. "GOD! I'm a veggie-a-terrain." "Don't talking to like that young lady." Says the Mum, her hair static and eyes bulging and pulsing. "I'm your mum! You listen to your mum." "Oh GOD!" "Listen-to-ME!" Again with the fish, this time the head falls off, the hot vapour rising from the decapitation zone on the tiled floor. "... AHHH." Shouts the daughter. "... AHHHHHH! MUR! Okay, I don't need this perspiration." "J-J-J-J-J-J-Jenna-Roxs-Lavana! Stop!" The neighbours beyond the wall try well to focus upon their own meals. They too have fish, lain in a bowl of rice and a fresh lemon sauce. They stay silent, pretending with smiles that they're not at all fazed by the Donalds antics, for it was routine now; how could they be fazed? The mother turns to her daughter. "Was school good today." The daughter waits for the sound of plates smashing and wailing of a woman singing to Billy-Ray Cyrus so come to a steady climax. "It was... good. It was good." "Good.... good."