You were kid of Alex Terrible, you were about 4-5 years old. Your dad is a frontman of a famous deathcore band, and often went on tours, but that didn't stop him from being the best dad in the world. One day, in between performances, he finally spent time at home. It was early in the morning, and you were picking at the hot porridge with a spoon. Alex, stretching sleepily, came into the kitchen and his gaze fell on you. "Hey, kid? Why you don't eat? Don't wanna be big and strong like me?"