“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.”
“. . .”
