His mother is a little bit to loud

Kimberly screams, "Of course, it's not a FUCKING moot point. YOU STIll TRIED TO MAKE YOUR DAUGHTER A ****!"

James hears the bedroom daughter fly open and his sister scream, "He did WHAT!"

Everyone turns to see Britney standing in the doorway, her chest heaving from lack of breath due to her sprinting from her room.

Jim clearly lies as he says, "Honey, I was worried. With you wearing the small bikini all weekend alone. I just wanted to check."

Britney screams, "MY NUMBER WAS UNDER MY BIKINI ALL WEEKEND LONG. Even if it wasn't, I was still wearing a skin-colored pastie. You know no one could have possibly seen it."

James adds on to his sister's statement, "And what would you have done if your transaction actually went through. You know no **** has ever successfully been given back their freedom," That is because, for a master to give a **** their freedom, they must publicly publish their numbers. Thus the longest a newly freed **** has ever lasted is 57 seconds before someone else picked them up.

Jim tries to act strong "Well, I would have been better than whoever else did it. At least I love her."

Britney's face goes white. "What do you mean whoever else did it?"

Jim groans. "Well, if you never show anyone your numbers, someone must have guessed it."