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What the heck did you just say about me, you little honey bun?
I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Cutie
Patooties, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret tweets
on Daddy Trump, and I have over 300 confirmed snookims. I
am trained in butter biscuits and I’m the top sweetie in the
entire US sugar doodles. You are nothing to me but just
another Daddy. I will cuddle you the heck out with warmth
the likes of which has never been felt before on this Earth,
mark my words. You think you can get away with saying that
dookie doo to me over the Internet? Think again, cutie. As we
speak I am contacting my secret network of Mommies across
the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better
prepare for the huggie wuggies, deary. The huggies that
wipes out the silly little thing you call your meanie doodles.
You’re in trouble, Daddy. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I
can tweet you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just
with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in
butter boops, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the
Cutie Wooties Fruity Tooties and I will use it to its full extent
to wipe your widdle face, you little cutie pie. If only you
could have known what huggie wuggies your little “tweetie
weetie” was about to bring down upon you, maybe you
would have held your mouthy wouthy. But you couldn’t, you
didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, honey buns. I will
wiggle woop all over you and you will drown in it. You’re
really sweet, honey.