(Terry Crews breaks a wall and runs into a kid's house)
Kid, look at yer mom.
(kid looks)
Now look at me.
(kid looks)
Now look back.
(kid looks)
Your mom's gone. I'm yer mom now.
(Terry Crews brutally murders the kid with hyper realistic blood gore dildos and Hitlers flying everywhere)
OLD SPICE.
TAKE A LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE.
YOU'VE MADE A FUCKING DEAD MAN OUT OF MY SON.
OLD SPICE.
Wewewewew weweweeew.