Sarah Ruth Thomas

I'll hurt him.

I swear I'll fucking abuse that fucking cancer growing in your fat, ugly fucking stomach.

Steph attempted to calm him down from there, but Seth was having none of it.

He froze for just a second before he began again.

Jackal child, jackal child, fester in your womb.

Jackal child, jackal child, it's father in his tomb.

It was angry, but sing-songy, a purposeful rhyme.

He kept going.

Jackal child, jackal child, birthright of a whore.

Jackal child, jackal child, pieces of daddy more.

So at this point, I was actually not entirely turned off from the show.

A plot never hurt anything if it was intriguing enough, right?

But what turned me off, what made me go, fuck this forever, was the very ending.

Where Seth turned away from looking at the off-screen woman to right into the camera and yelled, what the fuck are you looking at, Anthony?

My heart dropped into my fucking gut and I almost fell over when I stood up from shock.

I mean, that's not possible, right?

Right?

Like, how the hell would it know my name?

Granted, they had rather English names themselves, so, like, did they just mean another Anthony?

I didn't fucking care.