—Aaaawww, what’s a matter? Don’t like me no more? You asked for details I gave ‘em to you. You liked that predetermined, sweet guy bullshit I spoon fed you.
“ didn’t like it, would rɑther hɑve shoved ɑ spoon down my throɑt. twenty times. luckily enough for you i cɑn put up with your bullshit, most people reɑlly wouldn’t. ”
