Descent Descent father taught me to be a bad mother I like this or not. The scam money, money he did not have the intelligence to make a living or not. I have children, I ask that your child is a trick to me. I do with my mind I ask your family your chip is not happy, and what I ask, but I cheated your fucking animals face, heel strike me evil bastard but hell, people like you are too cluttered world.