You exit your bedroom, slightly dreading what you're going to find -- oh god, please don't let it be another porno being filmed in the name of the rebellion you've really had enough of that. But instead, you see your Bro, sitting on the counter, poking at what appears to be...

....is that a frying pan? In your apartment?

"Get away from that," Rose swats his hand with some tongs and you frown. She must have brought those up her dress or in her beehive or something. She spots you, and smiles, sweet and bitterly sarcastic. "Do you want some breakfast?"

Well gee, usually you just dodge a bunch of swords (still don't know why Bro puts those in the fridge but hey whatever).

"Don't do it, she's using poison."

"It's called bacon. It's a food."

Dirk: Kick the poisoned bacon to the curb!