The subscribers
The subscribers
The subscribers and the content providers
Your mother and I are concerned, son, we don’t know what to do. Since you turned into a teenager we’re haemorrhaging views. Where’s our cow-eyed baby? Where’s that cash cow in a cot that paid for Caribbean holidays and weekends on the yacht? We raised you to be better than the other girls and boys.
Drop the cigarette and unbox your toys.
The subscribers
The subscribers
The subscribers and the content providers
We’re concerned, son. Things aren’t looking great. There’s money to be earned, son, and sponsors to placate. I don’t think you understand or I don’t think you care: if the talent isn’t working then the income isn’t there.
Panic at Hasbro!
Panic at Mattel!
Twenty-eight million panicky subscribers as well
The subscribers
The subscribers
The subscribers and the content providers
Lord knows what you’re doing in the darkness of your room. You should be out here in the garden with your old production crew. Cling onto those memories: the happy times you had with your film crew and your viewers and your dear old mum and dad.
I don’t think you understand or I don’t think you care: It’s the sponsors and subscribers that made you a millionaire.
The subscribers
The subscribers
The subscribers and the content providers
This content’s organic, baby
This content is clean
It’s the purest content your kids have ever
seen
Your mother and I just want what’s best for you…tube
Your mother and I just want.