Well, if it was my daughter, I'd slap her. And get sent to jail for child abuse, I suppose. And then she'd sleep with him anyways. And get pregnant. And have kids. Jesus, then he'll leave her -- it was a Lolita business all along -- and then she'll bring her squalling brats (she'd give birth to twins, I know it...) to my cell and I'd slap her again.

Then they'd hang me.

I have it all planned out.