(01-05-2016, 08:55 PM)Ghost Tank Said: "Such a screamer, Morbid! I didn't know you raised a bitch! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, man. That gives me an idea."

Ghost Tank grabbed the scalpel with his free hand, and wiggled the instrument before yanking it free of its fleshy prison. He chuckled, raising the scalpel back up high into the air,

"I hope you weren't thinking of your bloodline continuing with your son, Morbid. Because I think I'm going to turn him into a woman! Hell, why think about it! LET'S MAKE IT HAPPEN! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

The Pest is sitting in a chair with a young brunette girl's head between his legs, she is bobbing ferociously.

Pest: Oswald, the Giant, it would appear that your taste for nubile young flesh has begun to shine through. Would you care for a night with my son, Aaron? Or perhaps a night with my biological son, the one I burned Michael for?

The large man chuckled to Pest's words before responding,

"Pest, do you honestly think I'm like you? You're sorely mistaken if you think so. Now, you'll have to excuse me. I have to go back to taking care of Xerces, and head back to my training. It is too bad, Pest, if I had been a part of your little group, maybe...just maybe, I wouldn't be hurting Morbid's son. Guess this could either be your fault, or I just want to show Morbid Angel, that he shouldn't fuck with me."