Daughter, atleast I can rape and murder the little shit.
And if your son is gay he could suck you off while you watch your daughter getting skewered. Then your wife comes in with sandwiches, freaks out, slips on a puddle of jizz, hits her head on the coffee table, and the sandwiches are ruined. That bitch never could do anything right. So you pick up the sandwich fixings and start stuffing them up her ass, screaming "Keep the meat between the buns!"
Now that the dead woman is stuffed like a turkey you invite the room to stop and have a snack, which is only polite. Your son declines because he's gay, so the idea of eating anything out of a dead female's ass is disgusting, and he complains that it's an indication of society's marginalization of homosexuals that a male corpse with a sandwich stuffed ass hasn't also been made available. And your daughter won't have any because she only performs straight acts, and incestuous necrophiliacal anal dining isn't in the contract. And you'll be damned if you're gonna eat that disgusting bitch's ass again, dead or alive, sandwiches or no sandwiches.
Well your bloodsugar is running low and you're cranky, so you shove your son's head up your daughters crotch and tell her to kegel like a hole in a bagel or you'll post unkind comments on all her videos. Then you start ramming your son's ass, insisting that you're going to fuck The Devil out of there that the priest put in in the rectumry. Everything seems just fine until your son is gasping for air inside your daughter and decides to eat his way out, which causes your daughter hemorrhage, your son to drown in her internal bleeding, and you never get off.
