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'I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU SON.”

"What? No, go away!"

"COREY, DO NOT SHUN ME. I AM HERE TO MAKE THINGS BETTER FOR BOTH OF US."

'I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU SON."

"MY BEAUTIFUL SON."

"I'LL FUCKING SHOVE THIS FOOT UP YOUR ASS, HECTOR."

"ARE YOU OKAY? I'M SO SORRY I LEFT YOU."

"NO. I AM DAD, SON."

"FUCK RILEY. THIS IS MY REAL SON, HECTOR."

"SOME DAYS I WISH YOUR ADOPTED PARENTS WOULD HAVE JUST LEFT YOU, RILEY."

"OH YOU ARE THE SHRIMP IN THE BARBIE KIND OF PEOPLE. WHY DO YOUR PEOPLE PUT SHRIMPS ON BARBIES? THAT MAKES NO SENSE. I AM NOT YELLING. I CAN’T HEAR VERY WELL."

"Shrimp in the barbie," he repeated through a chuckle. "Yes, exactly. We do that because it gives us a more excitin’ dinner. Always gotta spice things up.” A sigh. “Jesus- is Riley this stupid?”

"LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON."

"Well, if you were smart, ya wouldn’t listen t’the fuckin’ bible.” Another scoff. “Hell, I’d believe ya, but seein’ his reactions around ya. Mm-” He shakes his head. “I don’t really see the love there, mate.”

"YOU ARE WRONG AND YOUR FAKE FRENCH ACCENT MAKES YOU SOUND STUPID."

"Uh, okay, actually, it’s Australian, and it’s not fake. It’s too sexy t’fake. And another question, mate. WHY THE FUCK ARE Y’YELLIN’ ALL THE TIME?! YOU’RE THE ONE THAT SOUNDS STUPID.”

"OH YOU ARE THE SHRIMP IN THE BARBIE KIND OF PEOPLE. WHY DO YOUR PEOPLE PUT SHRIMPS ON BARBIES? THAT MAKES NO SENSE. I AM NOT YELLING. I CAN'T HEAR VERY WELL."

"Riley, huh. Well, lemme ask ya somethin’." A scoff. "Ya think Riley really cares about ya? I mean, he doesn’t seem too.. just from observin’, is all."

"OF COURSE RILEY LOVES ME. I AM HIS FATHER. IT SAYS IN THE BIBLE THAT YOU MUST LOVE YOUR FATHER."

"Well, if you were smart, ya wouldn’t listen t’the fuckin’ bible.” Another scoff. “Hell, I’d believe ya, but seein’ his reactions around ya. Mm-” He shakes his head. “I don’t really see the love there, mate.”

"YOU ARE WRONG AND YOUR FAKE FRENCH ACCENT MAKES YOU SOUND STUPID."

"You’re talkin’ about one’a those Brody kids, aren’t ya? Oh god, that makes this shit even better-“

"YES. RILEY BRODY. HE IS FROM MY BALLS. HE IS MY BOY."

"Riley, huh. Well, lemme ask ya somethin’." A scoff. "Ya think Riley really cares about ya? I mean, he doesn’t seem too.. just from observin’, is all."

"OF COURSE RILEY LOVES ME. I AM HIS FATHER. IT SAYS IN THE BIBLE THAT YOU MUST LOVE YOUR FATHER."

"I AM JUST GOING TO SIT HERE AND CHOKE ON MY OWN SPIT UNTIL YOU NOTICE ME, SON."

"Oh, jesus christ. Oh fuck- ‘m sorry, bud. Ya go do that, then-" -laughing fit-

"DO NOT LAUGH. I LOVE MY SON. HE IS THE BEST AT SOME THINGS. HE IS A GOOD SON."

"You’re talkin’ about one’a those Brody kids, aren’t ya? Oh god, that makes this shit even better-“

"YES. RILEY BRODY. HE IS FROM MY BALLS. HE IS MY BOY."