Mustang Sally

Madison: They are, but he'll be okay.

Madison: It was better this time at least.

Roderick: I saw his back, it was pretty grody.

Madison: In what would wouldn't I have?

Madison: Babe, we both know I did. Why do you even ask?

Madison: It was alright - considering. He seemed uncomfortable the whole time but at least this time he didn't start crying.

Madison: Of course babe.

Madison: Okay FINE but you are pretty darn important.

Madison: It's not though because you, Roderick Meeks, are my everything.

“Is that so? I think that’s a brilliant idea, Roderick.”

“There is plenty of open space we can rent out, it’ll boost the economy out here, I can’t think of a valid reason not to try.”

Madison: What?? Not possible. Absolutely not!

“Dad, you should probably get that checked out.”

“It’ll be fine, son. I probably just need to change my contacts or something.”

“That’s what everyone says right before they drop dead from a brain aneurysm.”

“It’s probably just contact related.”

“I think that’s called Day ‘Go to the hospital, Roderick’.”

“I’ll be fine.”

That’s normally a migraine, and thankfully i haven’t had one of those in a long time. are you drinking plenty of water?

“Yeah, I drink about a gallon a day.”

Don’t they make some migraine stuff you can take for that, pops?

“They do, but so far, the headache prevails.”

“Can I have all your belongings when you pass?” 

“Nope, My wife already claimed it all.”