Call:
Hey chunky! You sunk my ship, never!
Ha ha, how many stomachs do you have?
to push with that lever!
Why don’t you sever your own neck?
that’s too wide for that mirror…
You are not even a sliver of pie for us to enjoy.
you just look like an envoy of monsters that have five left feet,
because you sure look awkward under that sheet
where you hide your ugliest hairstyle yet
let’s bet
that this person cannot sit
with anyone.
It will get shoved off the seat while it gets told to beat
it…
Response:
How much drivel do you have for us to hear? Please drive us to your pantry so full…You are so stout in your mouth under that hat of paint. Oh no don’t pout! Such a saint, right? Don’t be a bull just stay out of sight, but stay in the dark of night because in the light your face will burn into ashes, and the dust will cover you. When will you be done and free to go under that wooden planter? You’ll just saunter about I suppose but not without that half knot in all of its pretend glory and use that stood the abuse but not the test of time because it was only witted halfway, unable to judge the whole measure of the ocean. You and that spray…tomorrow yesterday and today, but what more can I say?
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