Monstrosities

So. It's Bring-Your-Child-To-Work Day. Yeah.

I realized it as I was sitting in the park next to Mellon One on my lunch break, trying to read, when suddenly a flurry of very short, almost-people with high-pitched voices barraged me, kicking and screaming their way across the park.
Nobody seems to care that you want a fucking hot dog, Junior. Least of all me.

Unholy monsters. I'm going to start calling around to find a doctor unethical enough to sterilize a perfectly healthy 22-year-old.