Woah.

    That almost sounded like "Brad".

    You wonder whether you could belch your own name.

    You give it a go:

    <<Brrrraaaaaaaaaaaad!>>

    Nice.

    On the bed above, Pam stirs, but does not wake up.

    You decide to try a little something.

    You suck in a bunch of air and then belch:

    <<Paaaam... liiisteeen toooo meeeee...>>

    Pam bolts up into a sitting position.

    "Wha-- what's that?!  Who's there?"

    <<Paaaaam...>> you belch.  <<IIIIII aaam the voooice of yoouur guuuilty conscieeence.>>

    "Oh, fuck..." says Pam, frightened.

    <<Yooouu haaave wrooonged yoour brooother Braaaaad.>>

    "I... I know," says Pam softly.  "I shouldn't kick him in the crotch, so often, but..."

    <<Yoou haave taaaken sooomething ooof hiiis.>>

    Pam gasps.

    "The diary!  I..."

    <<Yeees... Retuuurn the diiaary...>>

    "I... I will..." says Pam.  "I just needed to look at it to... to know that he's OK, and... cause we never really ever talk anymore... and I... I just get concerned..."

    Pam is sniffling, and teary-eyed.

    <<Whyyyy dooon't youuu juust huuug hiim ooonce iin a whiiile?>>

    "Maybe..." says Pam.  "Maybe that's a good idea...  I'll... I'll go look for him now."

    <<Ooookaaay>> you belch.

    Well, that worked out pretty well.

    Pam gets up off her bed and exits her room.

    Can't get that hug if your hiding under the bed, though!

    You start to crawl out, but halfway you get stuck.  Seems as though you didn't let out all that air you've been sucking in for those long-ass belches.

    Halfway down the hallway, Pam realizes she should give you back your diary while she's at it.  She heads back into her room.

    Standing in the doorway, Pam sees you on her bedroom floor, half under her bed.

    Oblivious, you belch to let out the leftover air.

    <<braaaaaap!>>

    Pam jumps high into the air and comes down ass-first onto your head.

    Then she farts BOOG-style -- right in your face.

    "My fucking conscience, hunh?" shouts Pam.

    Not even intentionally, you belch again, this time, right into Pam's butt.

    "Son of a bitch!" screams Pam.

    She jumps up and looks around for something to hurt you with.

    "Wha-- what happened to caring about me?" you ask.

    "I was just trying to appease my fucking conscience!" says Pam.

    She picks up a hardcover book and throws it at you.

    "Ow!" you shout.

    "The real reason I took that stupid diary was to sell it to your buddy Merv for fifty bucks!"

    "Merv?" you think to yourself.  "What would Merv want with my diary?"

    Just then you are whacked in the head with Pam's lamp, knocking you out.