People cutting up my home it isn’t fear, you could of cut up fred my friends home why my home why. That is just not fear I should say something, something mean that should scare them and stop them.
Wait help put me down, down I say, down your hurting me put me down I am a wait tale I can bite you, any second now. Where are you taking me put me down. Don’t you dare think about putting me in that box.
Let me out, let me out I say don’t make me go tell my lawyer, I will I don’t mess around. No take that lid off I never said that you could put that lid on, take it of NOW!!!
Great I have no one to talk to, no one to play with and I am finding it hard to breath in here, I’m not joking I really can’t breath. Wait is that bark I ate that, I’m allergic I will die I can feel my legs creling up. I.......... I..... I...... dying. R.I.P
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