(This must be a mistake.
Did my lover leave the fridge open?
Why am I here?
I should be tanning my flesh
on a warm beach, but instead
I'm eye locked with a cold glass of sweet tea.
There's a Christmas robot painted on the glass.
It's cold mouth is starting to move.)
[Let's do this? Give me a chance to put the tea on?
Ok, I can do this. I can make a big oily batch of potion,
I mean tea, for you. You will drink it and die. haha
I mean, you will have one sip and keel over dead.
That's what love is. Did you know that?
Well, guess what? Now you know
that my plan is to actually poison you with this love potion.
I mean, I'm going to make a big oily thing of Earl Grey tea,
English tea, for you. I'm gonna make it.
It might be a little bitter. Especially since
it will probably kill you. Especially since it might
make you jump in a river to save a love interest.
That might kill you. If the poisonous tea doesn't do the trick.
Do the trick (6x) Just do it. Do the, haha, trick.
Do the trick? Yes. Yes. O M Jesus Christ, Just do
the tricky trick. Poison trick. Pools of blood.
Lake of green fire. Tricks up my arm sleeve.
Holy tricks. Sleevus Christ.]