| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 100% | I'm Bart Simpson, who the hell are you? | ▶️ |
| 99% | I'm Bart Simpson, who the hell are you? | ▶️ |
| 100% | Who the fuck are you? What the hell are you thinking? What the hell are you like? I'm sick of fucking hearing that you all give it back to you when you leave. Who do you mean when we leave? You mean it back now? For the past 15 minutes now, you've been joining on about names. Toby. Toby. Toby. Toby Wong. Toby Wong. Toby Wong. Toby Chung. Fucking Charlie Chan. I've got Madonna's big dick coming out of my left ear and Toby, I don't know what, coming out of my right. | ▶️ |
| 100% | It was almost hell being with you. Between the sadness, the hurt, the pain, the jealousy, I just felt so confused inside like I didn't know who I was. But if I remember for a half second how it was to walk to dinner with my arm around you, if I blink and see myself walking into breakfast and seeing you first thing in the morning, I want it all back, even the hurt. Nothing comes for free but some things are worth any price. You're one of them. | ▶️ |
| 99% | It was almost hell being with you. Between the sadness, the hurt, the pain, the jealousy, I just felt so confused inside like I didn't know who I was. But if I remember for a half second how it was to walk to dinner with my arm around you, if I blink and see myself walking into breakfast and seeing you first thing in the morning, I want it all back, even the hurt. Nothing comes for free but some things are worth any price. You're one of them. | ▶️ |
| 95% | Now you listen to me, mister, I don't know who the hell you think you are or what you're doing, but you just destroyed a building! | ▶️ |
