"Well I had to, those ones were wet," Sloth said, quite reasonably she thought. "Don't forget the fries."
It was kind of funny the way Scott's mom was getting her panties all bunched, when she wasn't actually going to do anything. Sloth knew the type of woman she was, coddling her baby boy while his father did fuck all, too distant after years of putting work ahead of fatherhood to be able to connect properly again. Scott was going to be well and truly under Sloth's influence pretty soon, if he wasn't already, and his mommy wouldn't even get a look in.