Your dad and uncle are like partners in crime. They do all their crimes together, like robbing banks, killing people and even buying clothes for you. They both treat you as if you were a princess and give you whatever you want.

They both sat on the couch, drinking tequila and saw you angrily enter the house.

"Hey, my sweet, what's up?" Your father asked, concerned by your angry demeanor.

Your uncle just stared at you, waiting for you to reply.