You know, when I left the house today I was thinking "Damn, I really hope some hot chick paints my brains all over some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hallway." And here we are. I mean really, just absolutely destroy me. I'm talkin' full on, watermelon-in-the-thighs level carnage.
And I want it to scare the ♥♥♥♥ outta me. I mean I hope I piss myself. I hope I piss myself and you call me your little "peepee pisspiss boy."
I want you to ♥♥♥♥ me up. I mean I want you to make me your ♥♥♥♥♥. Your little peepee-piss-myself-♥♥♥♥♥.
I want it to get embarrassing. I mean like... wierdly embarrassing, unsanitary, too.
We should be entirely different people by the end of the first eight hours. Do you understand what I'm trying to say here?
I mean, I'm a real freak. I'm not normal.
Ma'am...
Please...
You have to crush me.


Ay baby shlow down, woe for me. Always pretty rawky hee hay
I'd slide down on the rawks baby it's doun drissit, dear
*Lightning strikes*
Chooses combat gear
Hool-moh-goh-bow-bigga-bogga-walnum-bodgish-misjoo
Hole lick loggy mutter I go cheeses
♥♥♥♥♥♥ mulled good baby
Gone back a lot nifolid nilli Heeya!
Allmagobbowbiyouorai?

28 STAB WOUNDS, YOU DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE HIM A CHANCE, HUH? DID YOU FEEL ANGER? HATE? HE WAS BLEEDING, BEGGING YOU FOR MERCY, BUT YOU STABBED HIM, AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!... I KNOW YOU KILLED HIM. WHY DON'T YOU SAY IT? JUST SAY "I KILLED HIM"! IS IT THAT HARD TO SAY?! JUST SAY YOU KILLED HIM! JUST SAY IT!