Jesus Christ man. . .how many times do I have to see you stroking that cat with that fucked-up cranked up look on your face, Greenblatt?
As many times as I fucking feel like. I love cats.
Well, y'know, there's nothing wrong with that, but geez. . .you're ALWAYS carrying him. Even to the bathroom. It's weird.
Well, son, I didn't want to tell you this, but I'm really the cat. Greenblatt is just a robot and I work the controls by licking his nipples through his shirt.
I hope you fucking die, Dad.
That's one of the reasons I claim you son. . .you're stupid enough to lie to.
