Call your mother.

No way.

I don't know.

You have no monarch.

I'm sorry.

You have my God.

Move on.

Back to work.

You take two who may know.

What were you doing?

Get beat up.

Some boy beat you up Peanuts girl having issues.

62 £200 Troy You around Wrestle him punching your brothers all the time And you let some girl named peanuts take my groceries and my food stamps.

If you bought my damn cell hope she doesn't get Brother Booth.