“Actually, honey, I need Jason today. I still haven’t had ‘the talk’ with him yet. I figured now is a good a time as any to get that checked off.” Martin chimed in. Jason looked back at his massive father as he saw a winking face show up. Jason had no clue what he was getting himself into with his dad taking the wheel.
“Oh, alright then. I’ll just get Elizabeth to help me later then. You two behave out there.” Martha said, licking her plate clean. At that moment, he decided anything would be better than watching this disaster of a breakfast unfold any longer, so he excused himself from the table and scrubbed himself off from his family’s food junk.
It was a Saturday, so there wasn’t anyone around his dad’s workplace. Jason gets out of his massive truck that looks like a semi and pickup truck had a baby. Walking past the giant doors they considered an entrance (his dad must’ve had this place built with giants in mind), Jason saw all the massive machinery inside the warehouse that his dad managed. He was in awe, he had no clue just what people like his dad were capable of. He was broken from his trance as his father yelled at him, “In here son BURRRRRRP.” He followed his dad’s voice up to a miasma of green funk. Jason held he breath and trudged into the office full of food wrappers, various stains, empty and partially emptied food containers, and towels. The towels are what he found surprising out of everything else there. He sat in one of the massive chairs as he tried to make out his dad. Losing air, he tried to take a shallow breath, only to regret it as the rank filth of garbage, onions, BO, and sewage filled his nostrils, burning as he inhaled and making him cough and choke. “C’mon son, it hasn’t even gotten bad yet.” Jason started to worry about that, so he cleared his throat and tried to bear the stench of the room. Martin laid back in his extra wide chair and laid a loud fart into his pants, further befouling the air. “Let’s talk about women, I know you’re a young man now and you want to settle your teenage hormones, but I worry about your taste in women.” In his mind, he pictured Chloe, who remained unchanged in this world, bringing him a sigh of relief. Then he thought about what his father said. “What’s wrong with liking people like me, dad?” Jason asked. “Don’t get the wrong idea son, I know about your crush on that little girl, heck, I know her dad pretty well myself. I just want you to explore all your options before you make a choice. Which is why…”