Mom didn't want me eating chicken nuggets in my room before. Because she was my mom, and it was her basement, I was an obedient child. But now I'm a man. In an apartment. And nobody can stop me. Even my mom. And if she did, I would say "I love you, Mom, but I'm an adult man in an apartment. I have to make my own life decisions now. Like eating chicken nuggets in my bedroom." You know what I might do next? Eat chicken nuggets in the [i]guest room[/i]. Ohhhh, yeah. I'm a bad boy alright. Euphorically yours, Josh Powlison Creator of [i]Josh Powlison's BUTTON: Mildly Remastered edition[/i] [i]PS- I realize I wrote "she was my mom." Even though I'm now an adult man in an apartment, she is still my mom. I just meant that, at the time of the decision, she was my mom, which made it relevant, but she still is my mom. She just can't tell me not to eat chicken nuggets in my room.[/i]