More like solid pain in the back

It seems her family reputation precedes her. She only applied to be a stage crew member, but apparently they had 'last minute changes' and appointed her as one of the leads in their play of the Ross Sisters' "Solid Potato Salad". Obviously, she said no, then she looked at the payment (and bonus) offered... Maybe she should've stuck with no, for this meant she must lose all that H&H chocolate and wine weight, be inequinely flexible as she was in her adolescence, and practice speaking with a southern equestrian accent. Now the usually quiet home of Vanil La Roux is filled with the sound of bones snapping, accompanied with screams that can be compared to eldritch horrors, and poorly masked by the radio blasting Gonna Fly Now.