Listen, Mark, let me break it down for you. Your mother and I have a relationship thats all about the master/slave dynamic. When I said she was like a pet to me, I meant that in the most literal possible way. Remember that time you found a dog collar under the couch and I told you it was because we were getting a puppy? That was a lie, son, truthfully your mom likes it when I put her on a leash and walk her around in the backyard. Shes usually naked, of course. I can't explain why, the whole thing was her idea. She'll piss on trees, sleep in dog cages, chew up furniture... She once took a full sizes, adult-woman shit in my Dockers. Your mother is one fucked-up slut, and I love her, son, but I'm not bringing that energy back to Viltrum with me. Frankley? She scares me sometimes. I don't know who molested her or how they did it, but there is some dark juju in that woman's head, and I don't know if I'm strong enough to fuck it out of her.
