If I ever met my manself.. We would be arguing like little kids fighting over toys. And whenever he'd get the chance, I bet he would attack someone like a kitten. Then say sorry for a long time. And hug them. And keep saying sorry until they say "GO TO YOUR ROOM, YOUNG MAN."
Ohmaigosh. What am I saying. I would beat him with a broom yelling, "IT'S A DEMON." And he'll be screaming like a gi- Ahhhhhh- His beauty mark is more noticeable. My beauty mark is right near my eye, so no one can see it well. SHELBY STOP TALKING NONSENCE-
HE KNOWS HOW TO WEAR PANTS UNLIKE MYSELF. EHEHEHEHEHEHEEE.
I will call him Sheldon, and he shall be mine, and he shall be my Sheldon.
I SENT YOU A MESSAGE ON THE YOUTUBES BTW.
WHERE?