Oh, HELL Noah.

DEAR GOD. AS IF IT ISN’T BAD ENOUGH THAT YOU’RE FLAT-OUT USING ME, PARADING ME AROUND LIKE A PRIZE DONKEY ON DISPLAY FOR ALL THE TONGUE-WAGGING OGLERS, DRAGGING ME THROUGH GALLERIES AND BEING COY WITH YOUR 3-D GLASSES. BUT THEN YOU ACTUALLY THINK YOU CAN PANDER TO ME WITH THAT STUPID STUFFED TOY AND THINK I WILL GIVE A SHIT? I’M NOT YOUR WORK HORSE. I’M NOT EASILY BOUGHT. YOU DISGUST ME, SIR. I COULD BE AT HOME WATCHING TODDLERS AND TIARAS INSTEAD OF SUFFERING IN SILENCE WHILE YOU WHORE ME OUT FOR ATTENTION. YOU OWE ME SO MANY BELLY RUBS FOR THIS.

i will be more than happy to provide you with belly rubs, buddy.

SO. MANY.

(Source: fuckyeahquinto)