I found this ending to a short story I wrote a while ago (well, not that long) -- I think it's kinda funny.

As I slowly opened my eyes, I heard an ice-cold voice, “About time.” It was Mrs. Romero. “Please…” I cried, unable to feel my limbs. I feared for my life. “So, let’s get to work,” Mrs. Romero said while staring into my eyes, “Tell me a little bit about yourself…”