As tiffany pulled up in front of her house, she noticed the laptop Megan held.
"Well I'll be, those pictures on your computer look like the two of us."
"Yes hon, I s'pose they are," Megan replied.
"Now, I don't mean to pry dear, but whay does it say actual age next to those young pictures of us, and current age next to the way we really are? And, what is that button that reads "awareness?"
Before Megan could answer, Tiffany had managed to turn on the awareness for the two of them.
"Oh Megan, how'd you get so old? Look at you, you're all wrinkly, and that gray hair, and...what's with my voice?" she rattled,"I sound like some granny."
"Look like one too," Megan cackled.