"PUT DAT PAN DOWN YOU, SPAWN!!"

I sharply sit up, feeling the cold sweat running down my body. And the lightweight bed covers have nothing to do with that. 

My heart is on the verge of getting out of its imprisonment, so fast it's pumping. While licking my lips that got Sahara kind of dry, I quickly try to reminisce on the events that took place before I blacked out yesterday.

The sun is shining through the row of panoramic windows, foreboding the yet another day of miracles.

At least that's what the sprawled on the double bed me would like to believe in.

But before my jaw drops at the sight of the arrogant poster of 1D that crooked on the wall ahead of me for the reasons unknown, angry ear-splitting shouting mixed with girlish shrieking echoes through the wooden door that leads to the living room.

I flinch, consciously making an attempt to focus on the loud disaster that might have began way long before I had noticed. 

But my permanent sleepiness obviously has other plans. 

It's hard to track time, but I might have already spent five minutes blankly staring ahead without any decent thoughts in my head.

And then the issue of the brand new day hits me like a ton of crispy nachos, sweeping away the brain fog.

"Oh damnit!" I mutter, hurriedly scrambling out of the bed "I slept through the Ajusshi guy grand introduction!!"

Or the-gran-the-neighbor introduction I may say. 

The fact that lovely Missis Blackberry was going to pay a visit in the early morning slipped out of my mind completely. Born as a natural peacemaker, I casually open the door that leads to the guest area, fully convinced that all the commotion will disperse once I step in.

Nothing really to worry about here.

"You shameless punk!" The unexpectedly energetic fossil that stood out to be not who I thought it would be thunderously exclaims, throwing her hands back and forth in the air.

Once the outburst is over, she loses no time thinking through her strategies. 

Zoella knowingly grabs the broom and accelerates in following her prey's direction.

"I just wanted to cook my trademark thanksgiving meatballs!" Ajusshi guy, who probably hasn't recovered from the wastedland yet, is lamely trying to escape his doom by running.

Both of them are circling around the table, creating a massive floorquake. 

"You better stop your race, young mister, and explain your intentions!!!"

"I just want to have breakfast!!"

As much as I want to help, I decide to better let them sort it out by themselves. 

They are surely already making progress towards solving the conflict.

Zoella hits Ajusshi's human buns with the broom, hot on his fast moving heels.

Yeah, I can feel the peace coming.

That's what I think, making a step backwards in the hopes of not making my presence known and saving at least myself. This is the sacrifice every hero should make. To make sure that the innocent one has a chance to escape from the battlefield.

I will make sure, Sukja. Leave it all on me - one more step and I'm protected.

That's when my gran makes a rough halt and takes a sharp leap onto the table with a help of the nearby standing chair. 

It's like the whole world stopped to witness this painfully epic moment:

Zoella, soaring in the air, the broom that she's grasping prepared for a powerful hit, her snow white hair flying in all directions: West, North, South, East.

Ajusshi, who definitely didn't expect such a plot twist, is dead frozen in spot on the other side of the table with colours drained from his shocked face.

Some secret Ninja skills + furious old geezer with dementia = the guy doesn't even stand a chance.