 Listen here, beloved, while I'm wearing the Teflon, I'll pan-sear your nugget. Hit that store, feckin' weird, in public, your power's dead. With hollow hairs, the hot butter spares your muffin. And I'm loving the way the brain flip. My hands written in Sanskrit, baby, grand piano on antics. My lens blend, quite fantastic, with accents. Backflip, super divine power dive tactics.