No, I'll eat no such thing! Why don't YOU go and murder your father and marry your mother. Then have sex with your mother nightly---hard or gentle, the choice is YOURS! Give her a pearl necklace now and again. Mommy likes that, right? Slap her ass . . . time for anal. Give Ma a good old choc'late cream pie. Mmmmm. Film your nasty acts of filial depravity. Put that hot, hot sex with Mater Carissima on the 'Net. Yeah. Jerk off to it while Mother's in the kitchen making brownies (thus rendering her moist maternal orifices unavailable for your oh-so-precocious little wee-wee's exploration)! Then . . then you should find out she's actually your mother! (Yes, yes! You REALLY didn't know! Tragic!) Now, you don't want to look at the stanky old world anymore 'cause you were looking at said world all the while you were banging and boofing and ploughing and splattering and licking and fingering and otherwise committing uncleanness your OWN FUCKING MOTHER fer chrissakes! So what do you do? You poke your own eyes out! Your OWN FUCKING EYES! Imagine that shit! And then you wonder around, blind as Ray Charles (but less non-motherfucking and, much to your dismay, less dead), with your now-impotent dick in your palsied hand (yeah, the horrible trauma of discovering you've been humping the very flesh-canal that spat you into the world has rendered you permanently limp . . . and given you the shakes, too--that and the meth, man), muttering, "I'm Oedipus Rex! I'm Oedipus Rex! I need money for meth! I'll suck your dick for a dollar! I'll swallow! I don't care! I'm Oedipus Rex!"