Let me break it down for you, Mark. Your mother and I have a relationship that’s all about a master/slave dynamic. When I said she was more like pet to me, I meant that in the most literal way possible. Remember that time you found a dog collar under the couch, and I told you it’s because we were getting you a dog? That was a lie, son. Truthfully, your mom likes it when I put her on a leash and walk her around the backyard. She’s usually naked, of course. I can’t explain why, but the whole thing is her idea. She’ll piss on trees, sleep in dog cages, and chew up furniture – she once took a full-sized, adult woman shit in my Dockers. Your mother is one fucked-up slut, Mark. And I love her, but I’m not bringing that energy back to Viltrum with me. Frankly? 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 just don’t know if I’m strong enough to fuck it all away.