I hate it.
and I... *grunt*
want it... *grunt*
I know red is my color, but it doesn't even fit me right.
I'm convinced she hates me. Why else would she put this horrid thing on me?
I will pack my bindle and run away from home.
First, I've gotta figure out how to get out of this contraption!
I wonder what Harry Houdini would do??