58 Seconds
Stomach stomach oh stop your bitching I hate it when you disagree with me so we don't eat anymore you and me because you can never decide on anything it's always me who decided and I just drag you along and then you complain because the lighting sucks or the silverware is a little dirty oh you foul instestinal wall of nothing. You bucket! You sometimes empty gassy little pouch that satisfies no desire other than to carry my load to carry my bounty and then have the gaul to complain about the bounty which I provide for you to carry one day I'll just drink acid and be rid of you you twisted little thing haven't I treated you well and given you so many good meals So I don't like fish that's no reason to be upset I know you see other people and their enjoyable pisces meal but i'm a pollo man I love the beaks and lips and things I love the spotted moo cows and cluck cluck robots with white and yellow plumage who so saddly can't fly I love them they are your passengers and you have the nerve to disown your passengers what would you be without what I give and what I be without what you hold and thus is the reason I don't swallow acid thus is the reason that I listen to your callings and then satisy your carriage with my own likings choice is mine so be quiet