I’m pretenting to be you back when we were just friends but you were giving signals even though you ‘Didn’t want to mess this up.’
Keep thinking that buddy.
I own your ass and you know it.
And it doesn’t change the fact that I own you.
Correction; Nobody owns me.
Blaine, Blaine, Blaine.. Cats own there owners, you’re thinking of dogs honey.
Doesn’t changes the fact that you’re a cat.
What are you trying to say?
I mean… I’m not really the pet of the two of us.
I’ve trained you well.
Shouldn’t it be the opposite?
I feel like an extremely proud parent.
And why’s that?