I don’t know who you awe, I don’t know what you want. If you awe wooking for a wansom, I can tell you I don’t have fwuit gushers. But what I do have is a vewy pawticular set of toys. Toys that I have acquired over a vewy long caweer. Toys that make me a nightmawe to people like you. If you let my teddy go now that will be the end of it: I will not look for you, I will not puwsue you. But if you don’t… I will look for you, I will find you. And I’ll tell mommy on you.