Hi Mom! It's me, your fucking retarded, inbred cousin/brother/clone. I just found out my asshole is a Slurpee machine. Care for one?
FUCK! He knows! I can kill him. . .or devour the evidence. . .
When family isn't enough and love is difficult . . .
I have "Hand's been in my sweaty crotch flavor!"
Er. . .well. . .what flavors do you have?
There's only one thing!
That's OK. . .I shit in your Slurpee anyway.
Very good son? Your sweaty crotch smells and tastes a lot like lilac! But I'm going to devour you now, anyway. . .yummy yummy yummy. . .got bastard kid in my tummy. . .
