Cynthia

w-well, I don't know how to answer that..

You can tell me. I promise I won't get mad.

I guess.. I'd say I see you as a friend, but also as a mother.

I'm warning you, I'm not afraid to use the big guns. now get over here and give your mommy a hug.

you've really left me no choice... *Cynthia pulls out a bottle of mommy milkers*

don't you know what this is? it's mommy's milk, it's what I feed you when you're being a bad boy. now come here and have some.