This is Ike, listening to his favorite song. He's mean, but in a nice way. We kind of have a love hate relationship, I love him and he hates me. But it's okay. Sometimes Ike will bite me or swat at my leg and I'll retaliate by body slamming him. He's really not that strong, and I don't mean to brag but I easily overpower him. Ike has never won a fight against me. I'm awesome.
However, it's all an act. When nobody else is home and watching, he's actually really nice to me. He'll come up to me and beg for me to pet him, interrupting whatever else I'm doing because it's clearly not as important as he is. He rubs up against my feet and I swear, sometimes he smiles at me.
Then when somebody else walks into the house he'll slap my face and run away, like a little punk.
He also really loves food and he's monstrously fat.
She's sorry about how it all turned out
But she's not about to change
Not about to end the pain
But she's not about to change
Not about to end the pain
Song: "Cut and Move" by Day of Fire. A blistering post-grunge rocker. If the ending of this song doesn't get you fired up, I don't know what will.
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