"YOU BITCH!"

Phil sighed as he heard his youngest son, Tommy, yell at one of his older brothers, most likely Wilbur, from the second floor.

"HEY, YOU ARE A CHILD, AND CHILDREN ARENT ALLOWED TO SAY THOSE WORDS!"

Yep, there was Wilbur.

"FUCK YOU, BITCH!"

And there was Tommy.

"SHUT UP, MY CHAT IS YELLING AT ME BECAUSE THEY CAN HEAR YOU TWO OVER ME!"

And there was Techno.

Phil sighed, wondering how the hell his life had gotten to this point, where a bloodthirsty piglin, an insane musician, and a shouty teenager became the children of an exhausted fallen Angel.

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