"I'll tell that idiotic pink cop about my idea for hooking those two up, I'm sure she'll help out~"

"My bad, did I make your leaning tower stand straight up? I took architecture in college, y'know~"

"Kids these days are fun to mess with. Back in my day—" Blah blah blah cue stupid backstory blah blah blah.

She yawns. "Huh, was that from fatigue or boredom...?" "Oh well."

"Meow."

"THEN. FUCK. ME. ALREADY. DAMN. IT."

"..." "THEN LET ME DO THE DIRTY WORK INSTEAD!"

"Let me use cooking terms." Points to her ass. "Do you see these buns?! DO YOU SEE THEM?!" "THEY AIN'T GUNNA POUND THEMSELVES, DAMN IT!"

Facepalms. "Why can't you just be like Nutella and spread my legs?"

"Because, Hun. Do you see that giant thing in your pants? I WANT IT."

//I swear to god I'm going to pass out any second now @~@

"If you kids had an orgy party without me while I was sleeping you're all screwed."

Slides in. "The Anti mommy is bored. Let's have fun~"

"Mothers. Always so protective, talk about boring."

"Sanctum and Zamy. You have my permission to get down and dirty~"

Whisper whisper. "Look at Sanctum, he's practically begging to get laid." No he isn't, Anti-Bernie. No.

"Sorry, Sanctum. I don't do favors for people. I'm not nice enough for that shit."

"..." She slowly covered her face with a hand, clearing her throat awkwardly. "Since when were you so...cheesy, Anti-Jules, jeez..."

Sigh.

//What if Anti-Bernie /does/ try to be a good mom, but she just can't stop herself from doing /that/ stuff.