"I hope so. We need to get one of those tables so I can do this right."
Wait, what the hell was she talking about? The random cans in the room started to bend and merge together, and her deskchair soon joined them. After finding a few more large scraps of metal (including an ironing board, a baseball bat, and the rest of the empty cans in the house), there was a makeshift massage table, which she quickly covered with her towel. "There we go."