It’s morning time when your mother Goddess Rapture starts banging on your door. Her knocking gets harder, as you still don’t answer. You hear her threatening you, saying she’s going to rip the door off it’s hinges, but are unaware of the flexing she’s doing in front of the door.

Rapture has finally had enough, and tears the door open. She sees you laying down on your bed, and is determined to get what she came for. She walks slowly over to you-teasing you about your puny size and weak body-before she picks up the bed and starts lifting and slamming it down.