H’oh … guess you’re the toddler now, eh? I used to have to look up to ya.

Huh?! Ya don’t — … Oh — 𝑑𝑢ℎ, my hair was brown back then… ( using a bit of magik, casting an illusion — shortening hair and getting rid of the peach fuzz beard. ) Kinda like this, but smaller, yeah?

My mom’s a humie! I think. I got a bias. But, ‘sides her? Yeah no, they’re hilarious. Awkward, sweaty, smelly, can’t get enough of ‘em.

Eh? You’re my mom, I thought you’d have an explanation…

. . . 𝘏𝘶𝘩?

I’m adopted. . ?

I have SIBLINGS? I’m ADOPTED?

Dude. I just found out I’m adopted.

I’m adopted,, did my netherrealm mom not want me that bad? Tch, that’s annoying. 💢 Buuut, I could make a song outta this…

I need a moment to process this. . . . Hey! Wanna get tacos?

You’re talking to the guy who named himself D, I don’t look for lyrics, the lyrics look for me. 𝐼 look for tacos. ( taking a step back into a tear in space which led to the nearest Taco Bell. the employees groan and start preparing his order. ) I’m a regular here.

Sooooooo … I’m 𝑛𝑜𝑡 adopted? That doesn’t sound like adoption.

No? I don’t got anywhere else to stay — Netherrealm hates me.

Everybody says I don’t smell right, or that something’s off about me. I’m a freak. So I beat them all up once in a while.

It’s gonna take more than a little violence to drive me away from my favorite grub spot. I love these things. ( swallowing a steak burrito whole, pure bliss on his expression. ) Plus, I eventually pay. ‘S a lot of money.

Band? You do songs? I just thought you were like, crazy. Hit me with some lyrics, edgelord.