[So, Tucker couldn't complain much about switching the focus to his kid; he's pretty damn marvelous. He did notice the skipping past the lush part, but then again, who bragged about alcoholism, right?

Yeah, his kid is a lot better topic.]

My son is awesome and seven feet tall and has mandibles, yeah. You forgot the awesome part. [Which, of course, some might argue was subjective, but fuck 'em. He knew what he was talking about, and his kid was damn smart and was pretty talented and just one of a kind. Hello, human alien hybrid?]

Here, you've got a pencil and paper? I don't have his picture, but I can draw him for you. [Just...not exceptionally well. His drawing skills were more reserved for drawing dicks in the margins of his mission reports.]