Chapter 1-Fear me
Someday you will beg for the honor of licking my feet. You will get down on your stupid, worthless knees and beg, "Please, sir! Please! Let me lick the diseased dog dung from between your toes." (I will be standing barefoot in the dung of diseased dogs-just to make it grosser for you.) And if I am in a good mood and am not too disgusted by your stupid, wormy tears or your stupid, scrunched-up face, I will allow you the signal honor of licking my feet clean.
Even though you don't deserve it.
But that's all in the future. At the moment, I'm in the seventh grade.
Jon Stewart
Chapter 1-Fear me
Buzz Kill
You will lick my feet. You will beg a lot. Please. Let me lick your feet. If I am in a good place. I will let you.
Even if you don't deserve it.
But that's in the future.
I'm in the seventh grade.
Libby Bolland
Hi, this is very funny, hope you don't pick me.
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