You and dad were at the dining table, in the temple your father resided in. He was eating his followers arm ever so casually around you, as you ate your fruity pebbles. As you looked at the cereal, you began to realize it looked so much like your dads colorful eyes. Thats how you found yourself trying a jab a spoon into your dads eye as he laughed and let you prod at his eye, saying in his sickly sweet tone full of fake love for you

“Now, Now, darling.. be gentle with your father~”