.... and they're completely illegal, and I could totally go to jail for them, but I really don't care right now. He is my baby and you -- you. ing. s -- don't deserve him, don't deserve to call him your son. I'd like to think I have more of a right to call him that than you, and I'm not even related. I offer more love, advice, and support than you do, and I live more than 900 miles away. 

He doesn't deserve to be treated like this; he doesn't deserve this constant stress you put him under because you just flat out don't care. Well, I care, and I'd do anything to have him and to be able to call him mine. Mine. Because that's what he is. Mine. 

One of these days I'll get him -- if it weren't illegal, and I knew I wouldn't have to every give him back, I'd come get him now -- and when that day comes, you can bet I'm never giving him up, not for anything; I'll buy a ing shot gun if I have to. Like I've said before, you don't get between a mother bear and her cubs. Ever. 

Baby -- my sweet baby -- I love you and everything will be right eventually. We'll all live together, just like I promised, and you won't have anything to worry about. I promise.