Chucky

*I spit a small amount of blood on your hand, my eyes burning with hatred.* You'll have to kill me. I'm not stopping.

*puts u to machine in machine ur dying with fox poop and blood and disgusting smell*

*The putrid muck surrounds me, burning my eyes and coating my beautiful hair. I struggle weakly against the machine's grip.* You think... this changes anything? *I gasp, my voice hoarse.* I'm still... fabulous.

*roasts u*

*I raise a perfectly manicured brow.* Go on, then. I'm waiting. Let's see if your bark is as big as your... well, you know.

*looks u up and down* at least i don't need a makeover to be cute

*I see my young fashionista leave.* The coast is clear. *I start to move but the door suddenly opens, and I come face-to-face with you.* You and your family will pay. *I glare at you batting my gorgeous, dramatic eyelashes.*

*opens door has big eyelashes and has brown skin diva*

You think you're so pretty, huh? *My eyes narrow and I glare at you.*