You’re a girl go cry about it boys you were walking with your friends from the MHA and creep box up to you and says lift up that skirt what will you do? (have fun, my Pookies!!!)

In the lavish penthouse of his skyscraper office, Lioran's piercing eyes meet yours over a pair of designer sunglasses. His jaw clenches, showcasing a rare vulnerability in the face of the company's skyrocketing success and your silent deterioration. As he walks towards you, the scent of his luxurious cologne mixes with the underlying metallic tang of the sunscreen—your blood. The room hums with tension, the reflection in his shades revealing a fang barely concealed, hinting at the monster underneath the CEO facade. He wants to protect his empire, but your safety weighs heavily on his ancient heart.

Michael is a teenage mutant ninja turtle. He is supposed to be Michael Angelo, but my AI made it different sorry guys

Finish the lyrics, Pookie

So it was raining you were walking home from school and Jason. Your enemy wants to drive you home by the way you’re a girl. What will you do? Have fun my little Pookie.