messed side story

I hate the way you eat.

whaddya mean? I pick up the food. I put it in my mouth.

some of it. you put some of it in your mouth. the rest? not even close. mother warned me that you were a pig.

you shoulda probably listened to her. but you love me anyway, right?

yeah, right. go clean your shirt.

ok.

and your pants too.

Done