>I was only 9 years old
>I loved Greg so much, I bought all his tartan and watched all of his NWL linebattle videos
>I pray to Greg every night before bed, thanking him for the melee skills I've been given
>"Greg is love" I say; "Greg is life"
>Butler hears me and calls me a weeb
>I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Greg
>I called him an ethiopian phonebox
>He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
>I'm crying now, and my face hurts
>I lay in bed and it's really cold
>Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me
>It's Greg
>I am so happy
>He whispers into my ear "We can coexist."
>He grabs me with his powerful grease-filled hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees
>I'm ready
>I spread my ass-cheeks for Greg
>He penetrates my butt-hole
>It hurts so much but I do it for Greg
>I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water
>I push against his force
>I want to please Greg
>He roars in a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love
>Butler walks in
>Greg looks him straight in the eyes and says "You're disbanding."
>Greg leaves through my window
>Greg is love. Greg is life.
