Did I tell you you were allowed to go anywhere, fucker? Did I? DID I?! GET THE FUCK BACK IN HERE!! I'M NOT TOO DRUNK TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU, YOU LITTLE FUCK!!
Looking back, I guess my relationship with my mother wasn't that great.
Yes, I represent one Lucifer B. Satan, and I am here to inform you that you are in violation of the contract you signed with Hell.
I didn't sign anything.
I t was a verbal agreement signed in proxy. As a settlement for visiting places of Christian worship you are obligated to surrender possession of your immortal soul.
So when I heard parents on Welfare were getting an extra hundred dollars per kid, I knew I had to get pregnant again. That will help us pay off our big screen TV.
Big Screen TV, eh? I bet the DVD player and stereo system payments don't help either.
I know! It's so hard to afford the things we need.
Yeah, who cares that your kids have to wear duct taped shoes and ill-fitting hand-me-downs while eating potted meat and discount canned vegetables.
I don't have to take this from you! You don't know how it is!
If everyone had just listened to us and embraced the concept of brotherly love this wouldn't have happened.
This happened because we listened to you freaks and destroyed all of our weapons and efense systems.
But...
Then, when some nuts came out with a huge store of bombs they'd kept hidden, we didn't have any way to defend ourselves or prevent this carnage.
Excuses, excuses. You people never want to accept that you could be wrong, so you always blame us for whatever goes wrong, and... hey, what're you doing?
We both know how this argument is going to end. I'm just cutting to the chase.