We continue to work our way through the plague-ridden streets of Omega, fighting the Blue Suns that have taken over the area as we go.

Me: It looks like they’ve been sealing people inside their apartments to keep the plague from spreading and leaving them to starve to death.

Mom: How are we going to move that couch out of the basement?

Me: Focus, mom.

We come across a batarian slumped against the ground. He’s clearly afflicted with the advanced stages of the plague, and blames humans for spreading it, since they’re the only race immune to its effects. Mom decides the proper course of action is to be nasty to the dying pauper, and he begins to cough more severely. A Paragon Interrupt comes up.

Me: Do you want to do something nice?

Mom: …No, why on Earth would I?

Me: Well, alright. The batarian died.

Mom: If I can punch someone or shoot someone or call someone a bitch then I’m all for it. I’m not about to start being nice.