I'm in my workout yoga pants, I've got a cigarette, and I've got your balloons. That's a bad combination for you.

I talk to you about the balloons as I squeak and squeeze them. I smush them with my bare feet and sit and bounce on some of them. I love tossing them in the air teasing them with my cigarette and watching you squirm as it gets so close. I do pop all your balloons with my cigarette and I dispose of one with a kiss of doom.