Mom: [shouts] Reg! Reg, the Reapers are huge!
Mom: What the he—what are those things?!
Mom: Did the Reapers mass-produce Freddie Kruger? Do they have guns on their arms? Who does that?
Mom: Oh, my—Reg! Reg, Anderson stayed behind!
Mom: Anderson, come back!
Reg: [peeks into room several minutes later] You doing okay?
Mom: They killed that kid.
Reg: …this is BioWare, Mom.
Mom: I am going to go to the Citadel. I am going to collect an army. And I am going to ram it up Harbinger’s backside.
Have I mentioned that she scares me? She scares me.
I want to laugh, but mostly I just feel bad for poor Reg’s Mom. She has no idea of the horrors that lie ahead.