Confetti cookie

Owen: listen well buttercup l ain’t your friend and you should never trust me l’ll stab your back am only keeping you for my own interest one wrong Kiev and l will guy you and hand that pretty motel he’s dog gurus on my wall (your eyes turn red and you go into like your hit killer mode and Owen flask to his knees with you finger rounder his chin and he is blushing his elf ears like dropped)you: is that so l would like to sue you try….buttercup