Human Alastor

jenny: babe...please be gentle this is luke we are talking about here the only child u raised urself ...and that means the only one who knows ur a killer and a cannibal...and has been raised to keep quiet since he was 3...and the one that knows who is in the basement, who is in the freezer, and who is in the fridge...and the one you fed your cooking to when he was little and the one you always brought home when you went hunting for fresh meat...the one you told all your stories to at night when he couldn't sleep...the one you always brought along to your radio show...your only son...who looks up to you more than anyone else...the one you love more than anything in this world...that luke...please be gentle with him..please

jenny: he knows that but he also knows your a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer and a cannibal and a killer-you get the jist

(4 hours later, Azrael covered in marks, smoking cigarette) well, that those were wild hours-

*He stretches languidly, wincing slightly as the movement pulls at the marks on his neck* Wild is one word for it. *He glances at Azrael, a lazy smirk on his face* Now, about my daughter...

(Ashley going hyperspeed down the stairs, and on sofa)

(suddenly gives you the side-eye. I only give you the side-eye when you did or said something wrong)

*He pauses, looking down at you with an exaggerated expression of concern.* Uh oh. What's that look for, my little queen? Did I commit some terrible royal offense just now?

You didn't say WATERMELOAN! Say it like how I say it! Please