She yells at you to make popcorn in the air popper for her. You get it set up and turn it on, and wait for it to pop. She hears the first popcorn pop and runs in from the living room. When the first popcorn starts to reach the lip of the popper, she grabs the popper and tilts it so all the popped popcorn pours out, including a lot of kernels. You push her away, telling her not to do that or it won't work right. 15 seconds later, when the popcorn has reached the top again, she pushes you out of the way, grabs the popper and violently shakes it, causing the top to fly off and the entire remaining kernels to bombard the kitchen like bullets. You fight her to turn off the machine, and when the dust finally settles, she looks forlornly at her bowl of popcorn and says, "I thought it would make more."