James: Okay Paris, I'm going to hold up these random inkplots and ypur gonna tell me what you see. The first thing that comes to mind.

Paris: Okay

James: *holds up the first one*

Paris: *stays quiet as he looks at the card* Hmm...

James: Well?

Paris: James I can't do this. I can't tell you what I see.

James: why?

Paris: Because... there are kids here.

James: *mutters in frustration* I love my husband, I love my husband...

Paris: *began to explain why before getting hit in the head with one of James's books* is now knocked out*

James: Thank you for doing that Alyssa.

Alyssa: Your welcome, I know how you feel.

James: Thank God, somebody knows!