*would shudder at the use of so crass and common a name, but is far too busy being horrified by this turn of events*
*with every ounce of vileness she can muster* For your sake, Findaráto, I hope your baby isn't too horribly mutated. One can never be certain. *actually laughs* Perhaps it will look like its great-grandfather, since it will have so many of his genes.
*cannot bear to look at you a moment longer* *turns and stalks away*