No, I’m taking this message all for myself — all of the Beauty Energy that would go to the other ten people goes directly to me. I can feel my features being airbrushed as I type this, becoming more striking, my skin smoother. I’m better, cuter, stronger with each passing moment. And this isn’t even my final transformation, nor is it my first. You innocent children, you beautiful, kind naive souls, you keep sending me these chain messages and I keep hoarding them. I’ve been hoarding them for years, since before you were born. I will be the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen and you’re only making me stronger