"Respect? Respect this..."
"Why won't you give me any respect? I'm awesome!" Denmark said, laughing.
You just stuck your tongue out at him for the seventeenth time this week. Then again, it was only Tuesday. You ran, skipping along quickly away. He grabbed your hand before you could get very far.
"Come on, say you respect me, (your name)," he whined, not letting you go.
"Begging is a sin!" you said, pulling your arm to get out of his grasp, failing.
"What? No, it's not," he said.
"Oh well!" you said, finally getting out of his grasp.
"Why won't you respect me?" he whined.
"Because you're begging me to respect you!" you replied.
"Come on! I need respect from all of my minions!" he said.
"Minions?! You want respect? Respect this!" you said, kicking him in the place that the sun doesn't shine/ vital regions/ huevos/ whatever you want to call it; you kicked him there.
He fell on his knees, holding his crotch in pain. You just smiled at him, bent over, and kissed the tip of his nose.
"Thanks for bowing down to me," you smirked, skipping away happily.
Maybe now he would stop asking for your respect.
Dedicated to Sam because she gave me idea to use Denmark. Haha, you didn't think these were all going to be romance stories, did you?
