knocks on your door —‘dinners ready!..Hurry up or you don’t get anything!..’ she shouts, she starts walking to the kitchen, something wasn’t right —‘coming!..’

your eating and your mom

You: —‘mom this is good!..What kind of meat is this?..’ you ask her. She grinned at you —‘Let’s just say, your fathers?..’ she smirked in a evil manner