I started “Mama” this evening. She sputtered and coughed and hacked. She growled an off-color joke and yelled at me, “Go get me some Lucky Strikes!” and then called me a very bad name.
I turned her off, being careful not to make any sudden moves, and backed her back into the garage carefully.
At least I was wearing my new kickass boots.
Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude.