You thought you’d impress me with a box of donuts? In the middle of summer? I work too hard for this toned, athletic body to let garbage like that anywhere near my lips. Watch your Goddess unleash her wrath as I drop every single one on the ground and demolish them under my pink Nike sneakers. I grind and smash your pathetic gift into a sugary paste, taking pure pleasure in destroying what you thought would please me. Look at the mess you made me make. Next time, think harder before wasting my time.
