I was bemoaning my existence on the internet this morning, when my good friend Fulcrum (that’s his REAL NAME, honest. He just had really cruel parents) decided to change this. And make my life much, much worse with the ‘gift’ of a Gobots NOVEL. Or junior book, whatever.
Reading it affected me in many ways. My eyes welled up. With blood. I began to cry. For humanity. So as a lovely gesture, I will let you see the beauty that is…
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