He is the best boy. With his fucked up chewed toy. Always a sight to enjoy my dude, that proves, it's too smelly to trust you. I was unemployed, with my game boy, waiting to take the time lacked time travel back, just to level up my Golbat. It was always your ploy, to annoy me with the worst pains you faked and saw, that I couldn't move like that at all. When I look at you, and say what's up dude? You whine, and scream at me, WHERE'S MY FUCKING FOOD?! Wish you could finally see again, and man, that makes me.. too anxious.. Love you my son of grunts, my grinch that fits himself wherever the fuck he must get stuck then ask for help. I don't want the damage dealt..
