Ugh, quit your whining, you berry brat. No one can even hear you, you're just mumbling and moaning. Could be with your cheeks the size of grape fruits. You were told time and time again not to chew that gum. This is all on you. You're the reason why you're a fucking blueberry. Well, blue blob is more like it. You're basically an ocean of juice and fat. Oh, you thought you'd turn into a taut sphere just like that? Oh no no no. We'll have to fill you with air before we can roll you. You'll be a juice balloon! I bet you feel like you're about to pop - and you most likely are - but that's just what you get when you've got juice for brains, even before you took that gum. Now time to pump you up, juice cow. We're going to make you a berry blimp before we get you rolling. Although, maybe we won't even juice you... I'm sure you'd look lovely as a centerpiece to a parade to show what happens to dumb berry brats who don't listen. Still, try not to pop. I'd hate to clean blueberry jam out of everything.
