We gather the crew in the meeting room to discuss what we’ve learned about the dead Reaper. Miranda takes her position at Shepard’s right hand.

Mom: What the hell is she doing here.

Me: She’s still your first officer.

Mom: She’s a bitch.

EDI’s data-mining reveals that the Collector homeworld is located in the galactic core, a hazardous, chaotic zone filled with black holes and exploding suns. Extreme precision will be needed to go there without instantly being killed. We’re now faced with a choice: keep building our team, or set out to get the IFF.

Mom: We’re ready, let’s do this.

Miranda thinks that we should take as much time as possible to prepare.

Mom: Who told her she could talk? Hey bitch, the sewer called! They want their whore back!

Dad: Is that Michael Jackson?

Mom: Oh my God she does look like Michael Jackson!

Dad: You should tell her to beat it

Mom: It’s black, it’s white.

They continue in this manner for about three minutes.

Me: Are you two finished?

Mom: Yeah, yeah fine.

Me: So do you want to go after the IFF or continue preparing like Miranda wants?

Mom: Whatever Miranda wants, I want to do the opposite.