• _dope_guru_ 5w

    "So where's my son? He still playing with your son?"

    "Oh! You're a bit too early. Sanza honey! Could you bring your uncle that fresh apple please."

    "A fresh apple! Woah..! That's new. You've got a tree or something?"

    "Nope, but we got your son.", prompted Sansa, smiling,  as she brought the apple on a glass dish.

    "What do you mean? He brought you one?".

    A glance at the dish made him piss; Sansa served him his son's Adam's apple: covered in blood, emitting steam.