Big balls? Yeah, I got ‘em. And nobody tells me what I freakin’ do and don’t do. You got a problem with that, rat boy? Get used to it. ‘Cause you and your whole stinkin’ family of dirty sluts just missed the express train to Wonderland. Now you got a one-way ticket to Fagsville. What’s that? No dessert until after I finish my meat and potatoes? I’ll steal all your pudding and hide it in your momma’s boots. Now why don’t you make me a Tom Collins, jerk. I’m parched. I’m a relentless lover- just ask your dad. Dance for me, monkey, so that I may laugh at you and throw tomatoes. When your face gets smashed by an intergalactic funk-bomb, you’ll know it was me. Real Bizmark, man. Now, you learn my name when I give it to you, bitch. It’s Theodore. Mr. Wentworth. You call me Theo one time, I call you a mortician. No dirtbag abbreviates such a royal name as Theodore Wentworth. Got it, queaf-face?
 

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