Don't you accuse my cutie boyfriend of being a liar, psycho. He is hells of sensible about this shit! So I am like eighty-eight percent certain that you are going to kill me and eat me and use my bones as toothpicks and then you will make a puppet out of my skull and make it talk to your scary-ass friends and you'll all laugh all psycho-like and then iunno you'll probably snack on some babies or something THAT IS WHAT YOU DO.