Baby, you're mine. Right! Subscribe! Ah, stop following me, you damn lamb! Now, it's fun. You already forced me into this cult. Just leave me alone. I'm gonna give you so many flowers. Stop it! Then we're gonna get married. Raaaaaaaaaah! Leave me alone! We're gonna have so many children together. Get away from me! M'Lord, as a token of my utmost devotion, allow me to wash your feet. Uh, uh, uh, where's the bucket of water? I could have sworn left it here. Oh, oh. You can wash my feet in other ways. Uh, I beg your pardon. I don't think I quite get what you mean, my dear Lord. In that case, I got one question for you. What that tongue do? Ugh, the crown. You just left there. I could snap your neck like a twig and take it. Ugh, maybe tomorrow.