Meeting Mrs Santos

I met Animator's relatives at Blumentritt yesterday. He wasn't supposed to bring me there, but he didn't want to leave me home alone either. They were a nice bunch and I sensed they developed a certain liking for me, including his grandmother. But what I'm really breaking out in cold sweat about is his mother's arrival on Thursday from Canada. I heard she was the sternest and most difficult to please. Animator also warned me she was masungit, like me. I’m starting to bite my fingernails again. If she's like me, then I should be nervous.

Animator calls her The Dark Overlord.