Then later that night, in fact nearly every night…
“this is not happening this is not happening thisisnothappening MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB LITTLELAMB LITTLELAMB…!”

Allowing your mother to put all of her fears into you? Good girl, here’s your reward: (nothing)

Everything… EVERYTHING… related to the orange parasite or any of its’ bootlicking minions, I downvote without looking and move on.