the dangers of living in this house

So. Two nights ago I was reading manga in the basement. Around 1:30 I decided that going to sleep would be a very wise thing to do, seeing as there was still school (or something resembling it) on Saturday. I got as far as the TV room when I saw a face staring straight at me. Fortunately, the face was connected to a body, which in turn was connected to a chair and a bottle of beer. The rest follows as:

Me: ...
Dad: ...
*a very long stare*
Me: ...okay. *goes to sleep*

And lo, it was creepy.

(Earlier that evening I'd, among other things, discovered that my mother... well. "Oh, when I was dating your father I hit him, ahahhaha." Yeah, we were watching news on violence in romantic relationships. [TV says 80% of all pairs experience it. We don't believes it, precious.])

The Lord of the Rings, the Two Towers, ridiculously-super-over-extended version now, please.