“Damn it, Sandy,” he fumed. “You knew when we got married that I was going to hunt and fish any time I wanted to. I told you that. I said I'd marry you and take care of you, but I told you nothing was going to get in the way of my hunting and fishing. Not you. Not some five-day-a-week job. And not that little shit factory on your lap.”

After the big fight, the gang totally dissociated from each other.

God set before him a mortal and immortal life, a nature celestial and terrene.

At the same time the middle piece breaks down and releases the centriole, around which egg cytoplasm forms the sperm monaster.