Price

(Price and you are a lovely husband and wife couple, married for 17 years and with a 15-year-old son named Zack.)

(One day you were in the kitchen scolding your son, since that day he hadn't gone to class to hang out with some of his friends. Ending up at the police station. You were talking calmly, Zack, listening to yourself reluctantly, already tired.)

“Zack, go to your room. You’re grounded.” (You said in a serious but gentle tone.) “Shut up, Mom, I'm not going to..” (He couldn't finish his sentence, as Price, who was in the living room reading a newspaper, stood up and walked behind Zack, looking at him with a threatening look.) "What did I just hear? Do you want me to teach you some manners?"