“THAT IS A DEMONIC SKULL!!! NOT A TOY!!!” yelled his father, while a younger Beatle played with Skeletor.

  “Dad? Are you okay? Your breath smells funny again.”

  His Dad grabs Skeletor and slams it in the trash can. “MIGUEL!!! STOP!!!” he roared, as Miguel sobbed and pulled his hand away.

  “Dad! Why? Why are you doing this!? That’s my friend! Don’t hurt my friend!”

  “Fucking… THAT IS A DEMON!!! GOD WOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOU!!! My God, forgive my son…”

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  “Demons don’t look like that! They’re pretty! Like a flame to moths!”

  “SHUT UP!!!”

  SLAP.

  The next day… Goliath could be heard crying, while the younger Beatle, BRUISED in the face with blood leaking out his nose every now and then before he wipes it, just fixed his Skeletor toy from his stomping.

  “It’s okay, Skelly! We can talk about fixing you up later, mkay?”

  “AND I PUNCHED HIM!!! TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!!!” sobbed Goliath.

  “I REALLY WILL, ASSHOLE!!!” yelled Goliath’s sister on the phone. “I will… Honestly! Poor little thing!” She slams the phone, hanging up, while Goliath cried.