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I was happily relaxing, when I began to hear the sounds of trouble working it's way through the house. Doorways were being forcefully opened and closed, as the aggravator's footsteps grew steadily louder. A grumbled murmuring began as she drew near, as though she was warming up her mouth's well oiled engine for the marathon session ahead.
In the realization that I would soon be shanghaied onto another journey to Idiot Island, over it's ocean of accusations, demands, insults and madness, I began to panic.
I had no door to escape through, so considered hurling myself through the glass of a nearby window. With just moments to spare before the verbal assault began, I finally found my salvation with a nearby music player.