Theres an obese mini person that lives inside of me. His name is Gus. He spends much of his life being a hateful bastard. I’m not sure why it’s a man but he looks like Jack Black with spiky orange hair and about 200 extra pounds. He’s fairly tolerable when he isn’t screaming obscenities at me for being under fed. Ha. You’re 600 micro-pounds and all you can do is roll around. I think you’re gonna be alright buddy.
Ouch. He just kicked my ulcer and cursed. I gotta go eat, I’ll be right back…
