Dr. A’s Father: So son, what's up?
Dr. A: Jesus, this is so embarrassing dad. I don’t want to be seen around you.
Dr. A’s Father: How’s your job going?
Dr. A: For christssake I KILL BABIES. How do you think it is going?
Dr. A’s Father: Really? That’s what “Abortion” means? I thought you took care of bruised skin or something.
Dr. A: That’s “abrasion.”
Dr. A’s Father: Oh. Okay. Well, whatever son. I’m proud of you any way.
Dr. A: Eat me old man. Eat me.
Dr. A’s Father: So… haven’t been in the CRF for a while, huh?
Dr. A: Nope. Faked my death a long time ago.
Dr. A’s Father: Why did you do that?
Dr. A: Because Kronus was friggin pissing me off. I had to get out of that contact.
Dr. A’s Father: You could have paid 15 Dollars for a transfer.
Dr. A: *pfffft*
Dr. A’s Father: Look… son… if you need some money support…
Dr. A: I don’t need nothing, Old Man. Now leave me alone. You’re ruining my dark “most evil man alive” gimmick.
Dr. A’s Father: I thought that was Prototype.
Dr. A: Oh screw you.
Dr. A’s Father: I’m just saying… that’s what I heard.
Dr. A: You balding, old, fat fuck. Leave me the hell alone.
Dr. A’s Father: Jesus son, what is your problem?
Dr. A: YOU OLD MAN – YOU!
