"Fuck this. Fuck him. Fuck me."
"Bekka, please-"
"And fuck you too, handsome! I'm sick of all this shit! I want to go home! I miss my kids! I'm hungry! I'm horny! And I'm sick of dealing with one thing after a mother fucking nother!"
Abaddon decided to be quiet since his wife was clearly on a roll.
"I want to eat something! I'm starving! I want a fried pork chop slathered in buffalo sauce and lemon pepper seasoning! I want bacon and cheese fries with enough seasoning salt on top to clog the arteries of a blue whale! And like an ocean's worth of grape soda to drown in after!"
"I think that may be the blackest meal I have ever heard of." Lailah chuckled.
"Oh? Is that funny, princess?"
Bekka grabbed Lailah by her neck and lifted her off her feet- bringing her close to her snarling maw.
"You just keep laughing while you can, babe. I swear to god that if we ever get home again, I am going to fuck you until you cry."
