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[healingcock]

... So, who is Yzak and why is my computer telling me I'm his bastard bagelson?

Comments

[onthenightroad]

...I'm not seeing where this family tree is going.

[healingcock]

Me either, frankly.

[onthenightroad]

...I prefer donuts, personally. Or blueberry muffins ♥

[healingcock]

Too sweet.

[onthenightroad]

There's nothing wrong with that! EVER. I have syrup instead of blood, you know. Candy sweetness flows in my veiiiins.

[healingcock]

It's amazing you don't have diabetes already.

[onthenightroad]

I do have low blood sugar, come to think of it.

[healingcock]

Well, there you go.

[onthenightroad]

Don't worry, though, my feet won't fall off or anything. SO how're you? What're you doing? Are you bored?

[healingcock]

No comment, no comment, and no comment.

[onthenightroad]

Aren't you just a ray of sunshine.

[healingcock]

Inspirational, one might even say.

[onthenightroad]

Well, really, sir. If you didn't want to attract at least some degree of attention to yourself then you wouldn't comment on being the son of a bagel. You would SUCK IT UP, as many foster children do. And do your very best not to think about your poor mother, who will meet her untimely demise at the hands of some barely-risen citizen in the mood for something that goes well with lox.

[healingcock]

... Father, I'm going to say this and really, honestly hope you understand me.

I am not the son of a bagel. I'm not the son of anyone. And what in the world is lox?

[onthenightroad]

It's a distinct possibility, anything can happen, we are all God's children and love and the Bible and so on and so forth. It's cured salmon. Goes nicely with cream cheese on a bagel.

[healingcock]

There were no bagels involved in the process, I can guarantee you.