"It smells like your birth. I didn't expect this from you, Steven. You've started a game with your darling mother, haven't you? Those years in your room with that fucking mongrel and your precious TV, doing nothing but wanking and picking pus out of your face, and you think you can just crawl out and wipe off the slime? Just reach into your box of dreams and slip one on like a coat? You sorry fuck, you're not strong enough to do it."
Mother of the Year Prize nominee.
