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Christian Bale is at yor party. He's alone... eating all your queso dip, talking on your phone.
Uninvited, he just sorta walked into your home... "WHAT DON'T YOU F*CKING UNDERSTAND!?"

Now Christian Bale is flirting with your unattractive niece, she is named Amanda but he's calling her Patrice.
He brought a frozen pizza and he sells it by the piece, he says, "WHAT DON'T YOU F*CKING UNDERSTAND!?"

Now he's stabbing at your wife, "WHAT DON'T YOU F*CKING UNDERSTAND!?"
With a carrot for a knife, "GIVE ME A F*CKING ANSWER!"
Making fun of your kazzo, zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz, "OH GOOD FOR YOU!"

And now he's running naked through the crowd, everyone can see he's terribly endowed, unabashedly.
Someone called the cops, and their coming up the block, "F*CK!"

Christian Bale is running from policemen on your street, it's such a scene even Uncle Mervin has to tweet.
Tase him, but Christian doesn't seem to miss a beat, repeating, "WHAT DON'T YOU F*CKING-"
They tackle him, cuff him, now he's under their command,
But he's smiling, almost like he has the upperhand...

A flash of light, Christian Bale has vanished into sand, "WHAT DON'T YOU F*CKING UNDERSTAND!?" ♪