You Ken Deny It

(I’m in my room with my sister both on our computers. I’m about eighteen and she’s sixteen. We’re on a bunk bed; she’s in the top bed and I’m on the bottom bed. My sister visits a website that greets her with a cheery voice.)

Website: “Hello, I’m Barbie. Welcome to my website!”

Sister: “NO! IT’S NOT BARBIE!”

Me: “Okay…”