Look... your perfect fantasy.

Goddess Leona, the living, breathing, unattainable Barbie.

Don’t you wish you could be my Ken?

Look but don’t touch, loser.

Oh, I see that pathetic bulge in your pants.

Do you think a Barbie like me would be impressed with that tiny thing?

You’re nothing more than an inferior Ken wannabe,

Always looking, always wanting, never having.