fluffyworm12

Life of an iPod. Oh no, I think to myself. I see the giant monstrous, God-like hand approaching me. I try to hop away, but only succeed in falling down. My face slams into the polished wood. 'OW!' I yell in frustration. I roll on my back to see the giant hand slowly coming towards me. 'ENOUGH!' I yell. The hand comes to an abrupt halt. I look straight at it. 'You want to use me again, don't you?' I say with a fiery anger in my voice, 'why else would you be stalking me?'. It doesn't respond, as if it isn't able to speak, yet I've heard its voice. 'But I'm not going to let you. I'm tired of imitating while at the same time singing your stupid