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 a 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 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, chew up furniture -- she once took a full-sized, adult woman shit in my dockers. Your mother is one f**ked-up shit, Mark. And I love her, but im not bringing that energy back to Viltrum with me. Frankly? She scares me somtimes. I don't know who molested her or how they did it, but there is some dark juju in that womans head and I just dont know I'm strong enough to f**k it all away.
