Desiree: Sleep, in this thing? *looks at the car. She then frowns and looks at Cancer* You do realize that those seats are not made for sleeping? They’re actually less comfortable than your bed. You should just save it ’til you live on your own… or whatever you’ll do when you grow up. *smirks* If you live that long. *winks at Cancer* Maybe Mother will kill you in your sleep tonight instead.