[Oh, no, to the average person, it was insane. To Church even, Junior was still an abomination, just one a little more familiar, a little portion of Tucker combined with an alien they affectionately referred to as Crunchbite. And there were pieces that were distinctly Tucker, catch phrases that happened among honks and blargs, but it was most certainly his.

Tucker stared at him, knowing the guy was mocking him and wishing he had his picture more than anything just so he could show him some definitive piece of proof. Guy probably thought he was crazy. He wasn't; he had the scars to prove it, but damn if he was showing them off in this frozen wasteland.]

I don't know, dude, do you have fucking mandibles? Huh? No? Then what do you think? [There was an exaggerated roll of those brown eyes as he shrugged.] He's an alien. Well, like, half alien, half human, but he's my kid, so whatever.

That was the part of the Chosen One that they didn't warn you about. But it's fine; I'm more badass than I was before, I got an awesome kid, and cool sword. It works.