You don't respond, but continue to softly weep.

    "Aw, Brad..." says Sarah sympathetically.

    Hey, this just may get you some skin...

    "You're such a lame goddamn pervert."

    Guess not...

    "Come on in," she says.

    Woah!

    You walk into the bathroom.

    And Sarah immediately hucks a full shampoo bottle off your noggin.

    You fall backward and knock your head against the wall behind you.

    You don't remember anything after that.