There was once a boy named Hemrit the bog. He was very tall, but he was very lonely. His mom refused to cut his sandwiches in triangles one day, which made Hermit very, very mad. While Hermit was pouting in his room, his mom walked in.
"I don't know why your mad son.", she spoke.
"That's not my prob mama, God.", he starts singing, "Why you gotta be so lame?".
"Excuse me?", his mom said offended.
Hermit was kicked out of the house and forced to suffer alone in the streets of Trumpland, New Joisei.
It was cold and lonely, but he managed to find a lovely ally way to get molested in.
"Oh Sheekkksk.", Hermit the bog moaned.
"Guess what?", Shrek asked, zestily.
"What?", Hermit asked.
"I got layers dude. Emotional too. You can't just except me to sexually abuse you and pretend nothing happened! LMy dude! I love your aura and stuff." Shrek said sadly.
"Meh.", Hermit responded. Leaving Shrek alone.
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