*Fry from Futurama squint* There appears to be something suggestive about that balloon. But it's hard, to be sure. Very hard. I hope I didn't cock this up.
Forgot to add, I'd then unbutton and unzip your pants, then pull them where they belong - around your ankles and fill the back of your panties with nutella
I'd pull your denim jacket off, followed by your cap. Then I would hand you two enormous whip cream pies on top of chocolate pudding and Graham cracker crusts, stand behind you, put my hands under yours and have all four of our hands converge on your face, twisting and smearing them around your face and hair, then pour pink slime into your hat and put it back on your head.
Would love to have been standing over you and gloat, "That'll teach you to be a mouthy brat!" Followed by me pieing you again, with a gigantic pie, only to see that you wrote "The Compensator" on the back of the pie tin in sharpie, and you making farting noises with your tongue, sticking it out and flipping me off with both fingers, doing a little victory dance
Wide open mouth, birthday party hat and a middle finger - pretty sure I could throw a pie up and over your head and it'd turn around midflight and cream you right in the face