>>11756337Your son's name is ...is...gee, what was it?
Damn, you're a horrible adopted father. You can't even remember your own son's name, what a travesty.
Oh yeah, it's
Clyde! If you wasn't for you playing Pac-Man at the bar last night, you might not have gotten that one.
According to the receptionist at the place you got him from, he was named Clyde by his old parents based on that one reference alone.
Because he's pale as fuck. Y'know? JUST LIKE THE GHOST!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82ANkjVEpYkYou peep into the room, where you find a grim-looking Clyde on his computer, as pale as ever. Jesus, there is no kid more edgier than this one.
Black hair, shit covers most of his face, and he still manages to keep that sunken expression.
He doesn't notice you come in, or maybe he does, but just doesn't feel like giving you any sort of recognition, which in all honesty is something you can understand.
"Uhh? Hello?"
No response.
"Hey buddy!..." you start out, taking a few steps inside.
"Hello Nate." he mumbles, with a dead tone at that. Damn, he doesn't even call you "Dad", you really are a horrible parent.
He does not look at you for the duration of the conversation, he just continues to surf through imageboards, "Ugh...Don't tell me you're mad too."
No response.
"Okay, so I'm never home enough and I never talk to you. I understand that, but...we're just SOOO different! You don't even like Pokemon! How can you not like them?"
He continues typing on his keyboard, "Why play with Pokemon when I can just simulate them online?" he asks you, seriously you should add.
"Because it's more fun in real-life..?"
"What would you know about fun?"
"I know a lot. Every night at the pub is fun."
"Please enlighten me as to what's so fun about getting drunk off of your ass and going against mother's best wishes just for a quick kiss and a buck?"
Oh fuck.
HE KNOWS.
