Faced with a choice,

And nowhere to run.

Don't call me Junior.

Barty Jr. didn't want to kill his father,

But he wanted to so badly.

Don't call me Junior.

The man who'd caused him pain

Was now begging him for mercy.

Don't call me Junior.

Once, Father had thrown him a birthday party,

But then, again, he didn't show up.

Don't call me Junior.

Father had bought him a dog one time

But criticized him for crying when it died.

Don't call me Junior.

Father had never loved him

And it was Father who had drove him to this point.

Don't call me Junior.

Now he had to choose

And he was getting closer to killing.

Don't call me Junior.

And now his father spoke to him,

"Junior, please don't do this."

"DON'T CALL ME JUNIOR!"

A green jet of light

And the light in Father's eyes blinked out.

He'll never call me Junior again.