When you walk in the door, I'm on the phone and FURIOUS about what I'm being told. That you were out and about causing mayhem and havoc and now I have to deal with you accordingly. As I'm chastising you and your antics your nose starts to wrinkle and you notice there's a smell in the room. I continue on my tirade but the smell is getting stronger and you can't help but to be a smart-ass and make a comment on my armpit funk wafting over to you. This is the cherry on top and, as if I couldn't have thought of a better punishment, I decide that instead of grounding you, you're getting my pits to your face! That'll teach you a lesson! Won't it? You'll never act out like that again, unless you want my adrenaline and anger fueled pits right to your face!