“This is Jeremy, and he’s…my boyfriend.” “You’ll be boy dead if you don’t step away from my daughter. Now.” “That museum-looking thing isn’t even loaded,” he comments dryly. “Doesn’t need to be loaded if I hit you upside the head with it.” I storm in his direction to do just that, but Kim holds me back, and my traitor daughter has subtly stood in front of serial killer/gangster/lizard Jeremy.
