An angry lady wrapped in chocolate clothing storms into the room. She gives the area, and its inhabitants, a glare that would freeze the toes off a polar bear. Masses of make-up create a veil that makes her face unrecognisable. Her purple convex glasses lower as her wrinkly face scowls in unattractive disgust. Coldly, she brushes back a loose strand of her blonde hair, without ever once releasing the deadlock stare that emits from her two emerald eyes. In a ranting fury, she stomps her left foot down with such force the floorboards below creak in protest. "SIT DOWN!" she roars in a berating tone that seems to hold all the authority of fate itself.
Well, I'll chew ma own head off, it's Mrs Stretch!
