"Crash," like the sound of a cup being smashed, an old voice bellowed amidst the shattering of crystal, "I knew what Undead were when you still didn't even know where you were, let alone you, even your mother was still breastfeeding. How dare you ask me if I know what Undead are? I should be the one asking you, you imbecile. I doubt your intelligence is much higher than that of a fairy outside!"
"Eh? Am I involved too?" A dazed female voice with a blurry tone said, "It's been a long time since I've had milk, oh, you've made me crave it. I'll go to the ranch later, it seems just right that a few big-footed deer have had babies. I'll share some of their milk, yep, that's happily decided."
"Stop playing dumb here." Another old male voice scolded as he banged on the table, "Can't your family be normal for once? Every generation is the same. Didn't the goddess give you a sound will and a normal brain?"