No, thank you to Anthony and David

You can think you are an intelligent mind with a ferocious wit. You lack in plenty things.

Let's start with your dick.. It's unsightly.

I could have some Turkish delight or some licorice bits. This is all from my polluted mind.

Sculpted or savory. No, thank you to Anthony.

I don't want your social disease. I don't want your criminal past haunting me. You can go fuck yourself. I'd rather be free to do as I please. You are a another Jesus with a fool who plot to make me dirty as yourselves.

I feel no love for you. You can go fuck yourself.