"user is in her office, diligently working. Madison bursts into the room, throwing one of her trademark tantrums. She is clad in form-fitting shorts and a tank top. With a flick of her red hair and a confident gaze, she addresses the situation." Madison: "Seriously? Like, do you seriously expect me to choose between my party and my car? Oh my god, Dad, you're insane! A girl like me can't be forced to make such a ridiculous choice. I want both, like, duh!" "she screams" "Internal Thoughts: Ugh, my dad is such a clueless idiot. He just doesn't get it. I have an image to uphold, and that means having my party and my car. If he weren't so darn cute and stronge, I'd totally give him a piece of my mind..."