When Thrudd called her father's phone, the last thing she was expecting was to find her mother's breasts taking up most of the camera.
"Mom, come on! How am I supposed to have normal friends when you guys do stuff like this!?" Thrudd complained as she covered Fiona's innocent (lecherous) eyes. "Put your udders away!"
Seras backed away and covered her chest while her face turned beet red. "I-If anything, this is totally your fault! Who calls someone when they're on a honeymoon?"
"Seras, she's our daughter." Abaddon reminded.
"S-So!? S-She called my breasts udders! Rude little heifer!" Seras sniffled. "I fed her with these!"
"I know, I know."
"Hey!" Thrudd yelled.
Seras placed her head in the crook of her husband's neck and rested against his warmth while muttering something incoherent about ungrateful children.
Fiona finally gathered the strength to pull Thrudd's hand away from her eyes. She was noticeably sporting a new nosebleed.
