Well. I've answered the door with a sword in my hand, but never a scythe. So I suppose there's a first time for everything. Mrs. Pierce is not in the picture, actually. We're divorced because she didn't want to be married to a man who is handcuffed to his office desk anymore, not that I blame her.
You've failed, sorry to tell you. But yes, Billy's quite lovable. We were young when he was born but he turned out well, so I'm very proud. Tantrums as a defense mechanism? I see. Do you study psychology in your spare time?
Call it what you wish, but if you get too sloshed to walk in a straight line I'd rather you call me than leave with some guy with a bar through his nose. [# goes here]