“Fuck off, Elf Ears,” Seger grumbles, returning to the phone. “Sorry, man. My brother is…” “Husband-in-law! I swear you're ashamed of me. It's been how many years now?” “Shut the fuck up, Elf Ears!” another person growls in the background. “He's in the middle of a phone call. You're worse than Dash when he wants a fucking cookie. Jesus. I have enough kids to wrangle. I don't need you, too.”
