No. I can’t believe it.
No, stop trying to convince me.
OK, you’re telling me that this is NOT butter, right? Well, you know what? BULLSHIT.
No, I will not calm down! You’re just going to sit there, look me in the eye and tell me that this rich, creamy substance is NOT butter? Well, then, FUCK YOU.
DON’T TELL ME TO SHUT UP!
Bitch, look at my English muffin! What is that melting on top of it? No, it is NOT a “butter-flavored vegetable oil spread,” you fucking jackhole! It is BUTTER. NO, I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! YOU CALM DOWN!
No, fuck that! You can go home to your shitty fucking margarine, or whatever the fuck you put on your corn-on-the-cob, but I am eating BUTTER.
Motherfucker, you wanna die? Bitch, you wanna step, cuz I’ll fucking step right now. THIS IS BUTTER. And if you tell me one more time, I’m gonna fucking stab you in the kidney.
Go ahead, tell me it's not butter. Go ahead, motherfucker, try me!
No, fuck our friendship! I WILL NOT TAKE IT EASY! This is fucking BUTTER, and if you fucking tell me it’s NOT, I will not hesitate to KICK YOUR DICK OFF!
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