President snow looked at his credit card bill. He never remembered buying a song called fancy. It sounded so fucking bad that he would rather kiss johanna mason than listen to it again, and that was saying a lot. That girl terrified him so much that he peed in his pants one time because she scared him. If she put down her axe and stOpped fucking trying to kill him, mwybe he would hate her a little less.
Please don't kill me, president snow thought. Put that fucking axe down and let me live. Then he woke up, and realized it was just a dream., and the horrible girl wasn't about to kill him.