[What a juicy topic for Dorothy to have to wrestle with in the upcoming future - to choose between cheating on her husband or turn into a monster and everything that entailed. It would be enlightening to watch as the days ticked by and the choice became more pressing. Assuming Dorothy was the faithful sort. Maybe she was just wild and didn't give a fuck about it. That would be even more interesting. And entertaining.]

How old is your daughter? I've got a twin sister. My parents are still alive, but they don't give a fuck about me, so I don't really give a fuck about them. [Not any more.] Really, it was just me and Coronabeth against the world, anyway.