imagine spending the weekend with your father and you're just tryna watch a parade or some shit and then outta nowhere he's like "hey. when you grow up would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
like bro idk wtf are you talking about DAD?
my ex-wife ghosted me so hard all my bones fell out and i died and now i'm just a goopy phantom blob that writhes on the floor and crashes out on everyone who summons me
i was i was dead. not in a sad and depressed way, but i just think it'd be so cute if i was covered in maggots while my partners did a lil "weekend at bernie's" thing with me