still a weepy little pussy crying about getting the sniffles
Even with sniffles, Ted would end your OWNED life before you even had time to grovel at his feet.
What was an existence of worthlessness would simply float away like so much straw thrown to the wind.
Poor, POOR weak and continually-failing bastard.
Somewhere deep down within your estrogen-soaked carcass, but never to be acknowledged, to yourself or others, is the all-too-uncomfortable realization you’re pathetic, stupid, weak, and ...
OWNED.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHABAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!