I need you to take the biggest smelliest most brown disgusting runny shit on my chest

I'm gonna make my own birthday, your mama buy you a ear, okay? Yeah, that's fine. Stop playing me like an omnisextant banana clip. You don't be like Billy as good as our final step-cousin and quinsitive hell. Hup, hup, hup, hup, hup, hup. Stop playing Billy, or I'll get us a 8-core-upper, The bubble caught us at the Quimson Trust Night!

Would you would you eat a fruit roll up off of it cuz like I I put whipped cream in between your cheeks and look it out for you, you know?