I never hear your sons complaining when I am inside of them.
…get out of my son, Set, you disgusting, perverse letch.
At least…Horus doesn’t.
-Blows a kiss- I was wondering where you went off to.
It’s called work, you ever heard of it?
Probably not, knowing you.
It’s like whenever we have conversations, you go completely deaf, or maybe half, you sure you didn’t injure more than just your eye, dearest?
I work every single day, as well. ‘Cept for Sundays, you have to love holy days for having days off.
It’s just that, I’m so used to hearing you squeak and chirp around like the little pest you are…