For a moment I thought this is a Sims screenshot. The photo angle really does the trick here. The houses themselves probably fool me too.
A fiery streak penetrates your skull, trying to force your eyes open. It’s a sound. A clarion call from hell.
- [Open your eyes.]
So Marked One, I saved you and I’m not gonna pretend I did it to win favors upstairs, you do some jobs for me and we’re even.
I laughed a little too hard at this. Uh, spoiled for dirty words. 
Like the time I renamed a bunch of places on a map of 
Edit: Not that I have anything against the place. It was a large cloth “map” I can’t recall where I got it from, I was bored and had that kind of sense of humor one has at that age. And I had it hanging in my room out in the open. It was a long time before I had the thought “Maybe I shouldn’t have this hanging where anybody could read what I have written on it.” 
Two different photos with the same concentration of E.Coli between them.