First things first, yur daddy was a pathetic fucker who asked me if I thought of him while stroking myself. After questioning me about it for an uncomfotable time, he offered to sell you to me.
Second things second, I need a warrior child to avenge my ghost. I was actually murdered by my ex wife's boyfriend seven years ago. My astral form hasn't been able to find steady work.
Third things third, yur gunna have to go out and find a job to support the both of us, if you crave meat, I can't provide it. Ghosts don't eat. We can, I just prefer not to.
