the glorious wonder of who you are. what a specimen, what a fine product of battered egg yolk and ruthless semen. he raped her you know. he raped her and beat on her afterward blaming her wanton ways for the quickness of his prick and there you were conceived after much fucking and haranguing and spittle and desperate might. and look how manly you turned out to be! how grand! an exquisite reflection of your old man, a bloated funhouse mirror. he would’ve been proud son, he would’ve been so very damn proud of you.