There's a knock at your door. When you open it, you see a somber man in a pressed chapo dot chat uniform, hat in hand. A pit forms in your stomach as he begins to speak.
"Ma'am, I'm... I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but your large adult son-"
There's a knock at your door. When you open it, you see a somber man in a pressed chapo dot chat uniform, hat in hand. A pit forms in your stomach as he begins to speak.
"Ma'am, I'm... I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but your large adult son-"
"Oh no"
"He's... he's been owned."
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:large-adult-son: :sadness: