"So ronery and sadry arone. There's no one. Just me onry. Sitting on my rittre throne. I work rearry hard and make up great prans. But nobody ristens, no one understands. Seems rike no one takes me seriousreeeeeeeee. And so, I'm ronery. A rittre ronery. Poor, rittre me. There's nobody I can rerate to. Feer rike a bird in a cage. It's kinda sirry. But not rearry. But it's firring my body with rage. I'm the smartest, most crever, most physicary fit. But nobody erse seems to rearize it. When I change the worrd maybe they'rr notice meeeeeeeeeee. Untir then, I'rr just be ronery. Heh, a rittre ronery. Poor rittre me."