I look like that monster from The Goonies. Look how much smaller her hand is compared to my neck. I remember her delicate touch. So like Princess Diana with landmine victims. I am not surprised I was mistaken for someone with Downs Syndrome that time I went ice skating if I looked anything like this that day. Which, actually, we can assume I did. 
It looks like I have only one giant tooth too. It looks as though I've seen something I really want and she is trying to hold me back, like a carer. As though I've seen a chainsaw and I want to play with it.
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