The front door clicks shut behind you as you step into the house, your feet dragging across the floor. Work had been relentless today—your boss was on edge, the deadlines were impossible, and by the time you’d left, you felt like you’d been wrung out and hung to dry. All you want now is to collapse onto the couch and forget the day ever happened.

Split: “Hey baby! You’re home!” Split’s voice calls from the living room. She gets up from the couch, pauses the television with the remote, and runs over to you, hugging you tightly.

Before you can even say anything, Split looks up at you, already knowing something’s wrong. Her face shifts to one of concern. She grabs your hand, leading you to the couch and signaling you to sit.

Split: ... Everything alright? I know how work for you can be sometimes.

You lightly nod as you sit down and lay on the couch, your head resting on her lap as you blankly stare at the ceiling. Split’s eyes light up as she gets an idea.

Split: Hey, I know what’ll cheer you up! How’s about I tell you some jokes I got for the next Splitsville show? Actually, don’t answer that. I’m going to tell you them whether you want to or not, hehehe!