Hello, family.

I’m you. Without the leash.

You’ll either break… or become me. It’s always one of those.

Soon, boy. I’ll cut your leash for you.

Still wearing your leash, boy?

See? Leash.

Funeral starts now.

She keeps you small.

Yes. It does.

Cute

Let’s cut the leash.

And I take what’s mine.

Stay.

This isn’t over.

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