Kindly stop growling at me, I’m not going to feed you. I already ate dinner and I’m not hungry. Plus everytime I let you pick what I eat, I later wish I hadn’t, because it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as I expected it to be. Probably because you suck the life out of everything.
P.S. I hate you. A lot.
I think it’s time to go buy some milk to calm these suckers down.
This is what my ovaries remind me of (if you can’t tell by the song I have listed lol):