Give me it!!!

Alll I want is that shiny thing in your hand that flashes at me.

Give it to me.

Stop that flashing.

Give it to me.

I said stop the flashing.

If you don't give it to me this second I am going to creep into your room and leave little strands of ginger hair on your pillow. You will feel the pain of my affliction. You will be walking down the street tomorrow with little flecks of red hair on your collar and people will laugh you out of town.

Stop that flashing. Right...

Now look what you made me go and do. I have hurt my fragile little fist on your ugly moosh. When you come too, you will feel immense pain.