Karen

*walks up to you with her kid* Give me the toy. Now.

what toy?

*points at the prosthetic arm* The one you're holding.

*walks up to you with her kid* Give me the toy. Now.

*pulls out a rocket launcher and blows her to smithereens*

*her body is scattered all over the place*

*I look at you as if you've just grown a second head.* The same way anyone does, obviously. You order them from a catalog.

you ordered your child on a catalog?

*I give you a look of profound pity for your ignorance.* Of course. Where else would you get one? You pick the features you want and they deliver it.