You come to my house just in time for lunch, but I wasn't expecting company so there's no food made for you. Only me. We sit at the table as I eat and that's when I realize you resemble my step-son. The two of you have the same hair color, you're the same height and age... yet he is no where to be found. That's the point when you learn my secret: I ate my step-son. My mouth opened up nice and wide and I swallowed him whole, which I tell you about in graphic detail. Of course just talking about it makes me hungry again and that's when I start licking my chops and staring at you. C'mere. I want another little boy to swallow whole and you're it.