I'm about to have a very rotten Christmas

 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.😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭  I was manipulating Roy's heartstrings for far too long, but it has to stop now!😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 The truth about me is that I wanted to be the king of my own castle with a golden crown on my head, a red robe on my shoulders, a golden scepter of authority in my right hand, a golden limousine for me to ride in, a red carpet for me to walk on, and even a majordomo to serve my needs and wants.😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎 Furthermore, what I really meant to say's that I wanna have my own way, no ifs, ands, or buts about it!😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒