Irrational Decisions [GOUGE]

Mother looked at the shiny missiles in her hands and felt aroused.<br><br>She walked over to the window and reflected on her cold surroundings. She had always loved bloody New Eden with its empty, elated emptiness. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel aroused.<br><br>Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Father. Father was a lactating angel with warm legs and silky fingers.<br><br>Mother gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a lovely, brutal, Quafe drinker with wrinkly legs and weathered fingers. Her friends saw her as a graceful, gleaming goat. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a fragile simpleton.<br><br>But not even a lovely person who had once jumped into a river and saved a fragile simpleton, was prepared for what Father had in store today.<br><br>The sunny teased like flying dogs, making Mother satisfed.<br><br>As Mother stepped outside and Father came closer, she could see the powerful smile on his face.<br><br>"I am here because I want peace," Father bellowed, in a controlling tone. He slammed his fist against Mother's chest, with the force of 90 fedo. "I frigging hate you, Mother ."<br><br>Mother looked back, even more satisfed and still fingering the shiny missiles. "Father, that wasn't my cheese," she replied.<br><br>They looked at each other with confused feelings, like two curious, crazy cats shooting at a very religious reunion, which had jazz music playing in the background and two sterile uncles screaming to the beat.<br><br>Mother studied Father's warm legs and silky fingers. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you peace," she explained, in pitying tones.<br><br>Father looked determined, his body raw like a spluttering, slippery slave.<br><br>Mother could actually hear Father's body shatter into 9902 pieces. Then the lactating angel hurried away into the distance.<br><br>Not even a drink of Quafe would calm Mother's nerves tonight.