"Your son, is not...a test subject!!!! He's your son. Your own flesh and blood. Perfect the way he is. Who are you to decide what he becomes?"
"I'M HIS MOTHER. I CREATED HIM."
"And who created you?
.....The Tangerine trials.
Please, do you want to be like them, cause the kids sure think you are?"
"I…..uh....I...here. Can you go prick the children for blood?"
"And leave you all alone?"
"You said you trust me."
"I told the kids I had no other choice."
"That's close enough to what trust means. Please?
Might even want to contribute your own. I can make you stronger."
"I'm already..."
*Squirt, squirt.*
"Ackkhhhh….ackkhhh.
…..Fine, but I'm not missing the Bake sale tomorrow."
"I don't have enough beds for everyone to sleep, so they're going to have to bunk up. But, I do have Milkshakes in the fridge whenever your tummy starts to rumble."
"Thanks, Doc."
"What did you say?"
"Umm….nothing.
I refute what I said earlier. This is just like home."
"After you poke the kids, can you show them to their rooms?"
"Lights off by Eleven?"
"You know the drill."