*crunchmunchcrunch* Look, porky, I am repulsed by you and cannot fathom any situation in which you would ever have a chance with me. Take a hike, stinky.
Good acorn crop this year, huh? I've never seen so many of the suckers before! Just laying around, ripe for the picking. Acorns, roast acorns, acorn pie, boiled acorns...
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HAH HAH HAH! They're all mine! MINE! I'm a g...nay, THE God of Acorns. Bow before me, bucktoothed bowel-biter! HAH HAH HAH HAH Heh heh huh hoo. Whoo.
Seasons don't fear the reaper...Nor do the wind the sun or the rain (we can be like they are)...Come on baby (don't fear the reaper)...Baby take my hand (don't fear the reaper)...We'll be able to fly
Baby I'm your m-a-a-a-a-n...La-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la...don't fear the reaper!