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So. My little brother, a while ago, he is seven and knows its bullshit, threw a fit because he got no pie because he was misbehaving. He screamed “YOU DONT LOVE ME” at his dad (his dad and brother are not related to me, nether is he,) at the top of his lungs, while i was napping, and the neighbors neighbors heard it. I got permission to slap that kid. Nobody wakes me up. I bite and try to kill people with pencils. Thanks mom for giving my crazy “you woke me up. I see you have chosen death.” And now im sitting eating food with a tiny sparkly purple cowboy hat on.