Monique wants her relationship with her man to work. She's taken him to see a therapist for couples who are on the brink of splitting up. She's caught him fucking around with Betty, who by the way is as white as a pale ghost, and she's about to kick him to the curb. Quick thinking led the good doctor to write her a prescription for the services we provide. Modern therapy has made great strides seeing as how she made no fuss about swallowing us all whole.

Her man, Jerome, stood by in horror as 8 fans of NASCAR stock car racing dumped their own motor oil all over her face. I can't say whether or not they're still together but rumor has it that he's gathered his boys together to kill us all but they were soon distracted by a basketball game in progress.