You know how it goes. You're at a party, you're getting lit up with your friends with some booze you managed to secure, and you see the new kid. He's quiet and he's shy, and you and your buddies think it would be funny to get him lit up too. However, you overestimated his liquor capacity, and before you know it, the new kid can't even stand under his own power. You couldn't just leave him there, so one of you had to take him home. You ask him where he lives, and he begins describing his legal guardian. As he stumbles his way through his descript, you all begin to realize, with growing horror, who his guardian his. You heard the rumors: one of your buddies says she has killed a man, another one of your buddies says she's killed fifty. None of you or your buddies want to be the one who has to deliver her charge to her so thouroughly waterlogged. Unfortunately, you've drawn the short straw, and now you're standing in front of this legend, stammering your way through a story, and you can see in her eyes that she isn't buying it.