Yeaaaaah, son… You will eat good.
I’m making your favorite stew, stop crying. It has mushrooms, and rice, and bones, and rotten eggs, and frogs, and piss, and worms, and rats, and pigs’ feet, and cinnamon.
You like that, don’t you? Mmmmmm… yummy.
No, son, you can’t leave your cage!
Last time I let you out you punched me in the face and raped your mother again. You will eat in your cage!
But you will eat good, son. Yeaaaaah… You will eat good tonight.
