It took me five minutes, asshole. Fine, we'll get your stupid chicken nuggets.
[Look, he's not ready for hell this morning. Or a tantrum. And honestly he kind of wants them too. He did dream about them after all. He grabs his coat and shoves his feet into his boots, then ruffles up his hair and heads for the door.]
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[Look, he's not ready for hell this morning. Or a tantrum. And honestly he kind of wants them too. He did dream about them after all. He grabs his coat and shoves his feet into his boots, then ruffles up his hair and heads for the door.]
You're fucking spoiled.