Your life is about to get very miserable. I took your radio. Your DS. Your MP3 player. That cell phone your nana wanted to buy you? Not a chance in hell. You want to scream and pitch fits? You want to cry and yell about how life is horrible and you have the most miserable life on earth? Well, sweetheart, just wait. That scooter you just think I won't get rid of? Sorry chica, I told you that if I saw you one more time without a helmet, that it was gone. Bye Bye scooter. No, I'm sure Santa understands why. That mall campout that you have been looking forward to? Not going. You also need to pay me back for it.
You think your life was awful before?
You ain't seen nothing yet.
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