From across the room, seated at the new 'Troon Platoon' slot machine, wedged between 'Monopoly LGBTQRTUV+2' and 'Dragon Love II', Bo Nuswhole dragged deeply on her cigarette, her finger resting on BET MAX, her eyes studying Bond. "He wouldn't...with that, thing." she thought to herself. "He would." said Chad Hungwright, startling Ms. Nuswhole severely. "How did you know?" she started, recovering from her shock after seeing it was only Chad, her half-brother. "Because he's a famous world class womanizer, yet there he goes with that...thing...after 20 minutes of you shamelessly Basic Instincting the blind, alcoholic, Octogenarian fool." Chad replied, annoyed. Scanning the room for a vulnerable, drunk target, Chad asked "Why do you want to fuck him so badly anyway?" "Mother fucked him. Grandmother fucked him. It's my turn. It's my destiny." Bo replied, solemnly. "What the fuck are you talking about, you silly cunt? Your destiny? Is this about what mom said when she died? You know she was absolutely mad from the syphillis! We've discussed this. I'm also not your father. I'm two years older than you, I can't be your father, and that loony bitch said that shit, too! Get it through your head Bo! You do not have to fuck that disgusting old piece of shit." "Bo Nusswhole, Chad. My name is Bo Nusswhole. I am literally destined to fuck James Bond." Bo said flatly, seemingly resigned to her apparent fate. Chad closed his eyes for a few moments...