Your Son Bill Dickey
Bill...Your baby boy... You had to help him, that's why you did it! He was out of hand! The yelling, the fights, the stealing, the sexism, the days without showers, it was all too much. Ever since the divorce he was worse, he never gave you the chance to voice your concerns so... You hired some guys to get him to understand fandom shouldn't be his whole life. When you returned home though after the 3 day vacation, they suggested it was a whole different story. They went way too far, destroyed half of his things and stole a quarter, leaving your boy tied to a chair for what seemed like the whole 3 days you were gone. His wrists red from the ropes, his clothes dirty and soiled, and a putrid smell that could make a crime scene cleaner cry.