You pinhead, I love chocolate how dare you think that I'm an ugly barnacle. I'm going to use my imaaaaaginaaaation to imagine you in your underpants and take out my secret string to firmly grasp it. You're going to fall over and scream Finland and then I'll proceed to call the Hash Slinging Slasher to come and LEEDLE LEEDLE LEE all over you. When that's done the Hall Monitor will put on his gorilla suit and get his friends chip, penny, and used napkin to whoop your Wumbo. When I'm done with you I'll return to the Salty Spitoon and make fun on Weeny Hut Juniors, you know the guys with the magic conch. I will spend my millionth dollar and first dime on a phone call to random people and scream NO, THIS IS PATRICK. Those people will be your family who don't live in darkness, but advanced darkness, and I will soil your Uncle Dirty Dan's good time. And I know that you love Crabby Patties so I will buy you mayonnaise from the musical instrument store. I will push your house somewhere else but I don't want to touch it because I'm sterile. Then I will ask your injured body if you are feeling it now and that you are number one, the doctor and I afterwards will go on a panty raid to smell that smelly smell that's smelly. And that's not when I shift into maximum overdrive to steal the formula. You best be scared.