I am Millionaire Squirrel. This is how much money it costs me to feed my Rogain habit.
But you have the hair of a goddess. Your musk is a flavor rivaled only by Axe Body Spray. You are Donald Trump's worst nightmare.
Donald Trump's hair is my enemy, not the man himself. It is an entity of it's own. It weaves it's own repairs while he sleeps and tells him what to do. His hair must be crushed.
But how do you crush that which can not be crushed?
You use a flamethrower, bitch. What the fuck do I pay you for?
