“Hey! What’s that? Is that mine? Can I have that? What is it?”

“Um… yeah, it’s yours. I guess.”

“Ooooo! What is it? Can I eat it?”

“Um… no, no you can’t eat it.. it’s.. well..”

“What?! WHAT?! LET ME SEE! …hey, that looks…”

“Yeah…”

“A NEW SLAVE COLLAR! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU BOUGHT A NEW SLAVE COLLAR! I HATE THE OLD SLAVE COLLAR!”

“Yeah, see, my mom, grandma? She bought this one… I… I had nothing to do with this…”

“I REFUSE TO-“

*opens it up*

“. . . Is that?”

“Pink? Yes.”

“She must die. I’ll take care of it. We never had this conversation. You know nothing.”

“. . .”