You smell nice, like a big pile of day old flowers. That someone sprayed with flowery perfume.

Little wittle Toast, sitting on a shelf, then kengon comes along, and steals your fucking shelf.
While you are on the floor. Looking at me on your shelf. Being very angry. But what can you do? Nothing.
KENGON HAS YOUR SHELF FUCK YOU.

I wrote you a poem from the heart. <3

WE FRIENDS, WE FRIENDS, WEFREINDSWEFRIENDSWEFRIENDS.

Friends! Cha cha cha.