Pezzy, Droid, Puffer, and Grizzy were sitting around a table, diligently carving pumpkins on a crisp October afternoon. The sun was just beginning to dip behind the trees, casting an orange glow over the scene as the air buzzed with a casual, yet playful tension.

"Let's be real here, bro," Droid broke the silence, his voice cutting through the sounds of knives scraping against pumpkin flesh. "Who even came up with the word 'motherfucker'? Like, what kind of weirdo sits down and thinks, 'Yeah, that’s the word I’m going with'?"

"I know, right?" Puffer muttered, not even bothering to look up from the intricate design he was carving into his pumpkin. "Why is he... like, who even wants to be doing that to mothers?"

Droid snorted, leaning back in his chair, clearly amused. "Yeah, like, why is he going around fucking moms, huh?"

Grizzy, who had been quietly working on his pumpkin, glanced up with a smirk. "Why not?"

Droid raised an eyebrow, clearly confused for a moment. "Wait, what? You’re... you’re into that too?"

"I mean..." Grizzy shrugged, casually continuing to carve. "I’m not exactly against it."

The conversation hung in the air for a moment before Droid finally spoke, matter-of-factly. "I fuck moms."

Pezzy, who had been listening intently with an amused smirk, couldn't resist chiming in. "Exactly. And here’s the thing," he said, gesturing toward both Droid and Grizzy with his pumpkin carving knife like it was some kind of grand statement. "That’s coming from you two. The guys who are totally into MILFs. You’re the experts here."