Peter: fuck no... -huffs-

Na, you wouldn't do that.

Peter: MY BELLY DOES NOT MOVE FIRE! It stays in one place. See? -pokes it and it moves-

Peter: off... -is too tired to pull mystics off- my... belly...

(Also what moves)

Peter: -crosses arms across chest and tries to subtly suck in his gut so people don't call him fat-

Peter: -is lying on the floor panting-

Peter: I AM NOT CUTE!!! -face turns red-

Peter: -tries to get you off but can't- I... am the -huff- great... -puff- Piotr Rasputin... I will not let a small... -huff- person... take over me

You are still beautiful to me.

Could you do please don't go

Peter: BITCH TALK ABOUT MY WEIGHT AGAIN AND ILL KNOCK YOU INTO NEXT TUESDAY!!!

Peter: -smirks- you ain't doing nothing to me honey

Peter: -screeches- get off of me!!!!!! You're squishing my belly!

Peter: what do you want? -smirks at puff-

Peter: shovel up the ass? Please. I'll beat you so hard to the ground you'll think you're a fossil

Peter: heh. Not so tough now puffy ball?

BITCH GET AWAY FROM MI LUZ!

Peter: COMMENT ABOUT MY WEIGHT ONE MORE TIME PUFF BALL! I DARE YOU

Me: oh dear all hell is going to break loose...