Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! It's me again, Daniel Luster (as always). I've got some terrible news, historically, I've got on Roy Rachel's nerves about having Diet Pepsi on the weekends. However, I've promised him that I have one Diet Pepsi/per day, but I had two instead. Moreover, the truth is that I've wanted a golden crown on my head, a red robe over my shoulders, a red carpet for me to walk on, a golden scepter of authority in my right hand, and a limousine for me to ride in, and so, I've gotta move somewhere else, e.g., a royal country like the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (or Great Britain, for short). For you see, Roy Rachel, himself, is tired of catering to me (like a servant) after lying through my teeth about the Diet Pepsi incident (which is terrible ). It's hard for me to stop lying, though.😢😢😢😢😢😢😢ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ I was manipulating Roy's heartstrings for far ...