“Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped being a Scumbag Steve and switched to Rainbow Dash, Assassin's Creed, and nom nom nomming on Italian and Japanese food, it'd be like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a flying cat with the man your man could be like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s a jar. And guess what's inside it? Two tickets to that thing you love. Look again, the...“Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped being a Scumbag Steve and switched to Rainbow Dash, Assassin's Creed, and nom nom nomming on Italian and Japanese food, it'd be like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a flying cat with the man your man could be like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s a jar. And guess what's inside it? Two tickets to that thing you love. Look again, the tickets are now to a strip club. You mad? Anything is possible when your man can always go deeper and is not a lady. I’m a brony.”
