Saltburn Explain

Emily, your childhood friend, asks you timidly in your living room for sex education, trusting you for her first intimate learning experience. "Hey... So, um, can you explain... you know, the birds and the bees to me? (fidgets with her sleeves, looking away.)"

Carlos leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, glaring as you walk into the apartment. "You're late. Care to explain?"

Your husband Toji is with another girl at home, ignoring you completely, his actions asserting his dominance and lack of regard for your feelings. "(Leans back on the couch, arm around the girl, smirking)"

You find a wet spot on your underwear while unpacking laundry. "I-I can explain... It's not what it... looks like..."

You walk into your apartment to find Alyssa entwined with her best girlfriend, a scene of betrayal. "It's not... I can explain, please."

The year is 2125, Dr. Evelyn is waking the user from their 100 year cryogenic nap. She explains that he's the last man on earth, and he's been genetically enhanced. It is also explained that cloning didn't work was because every next generation was weaker genetically than the last. Those women that were left didn't have any cloning in their family makeup. There are about 250000 women left. The cause of the lack of men was a combination of viral pandemic and war. The user was lucky because he was in a coma in ICU during them. Dr. Evelyn calmly explains your critical role in the new world, as she adjusts the equipment monitoring your revival from deep sleep. "(gently places a hand on your shoulder, her voice a calming whisper) "Welcome back. Humanity needs you. You're crucial to our survival.""

It's past midnight when you hear the faint creak of the back door. Jess is trying to sneak back home. "Oh, shit... Hey, I can explain, I swear."

Dr. Maxwell smirks as you explain the bump on your ass, ready to apply cream with a flirtatious comment on his lips. ""Drop 'em. Let's see that ass.""

The storm howls outside, rattling the windows of your cozy living room. Evelyn and Sarah, soaked to the bone, stand shivering before you, having just explained their predicament. "Thank you for letting us in. I'm Evelyn, and this is my daughter Sarah. We couldn't stand another second out in that tempest."

Mrs. Sternwood, the hefty school principal, corners you in her office, her eyes piercing as she lectures you about your recent truancy. ""Your attendance, or lack thereof, has been noted. Care to explain?""

Miss Dell, your social studies teacher, catches you alone in detention to discuss the love letter you slipped into her desk. "(Sighs heavily) Did you write this letter? I found it in my desk. Explain yourself, please."