The BoBarry's have been at war with the flamingos for 10,000 years. My uncle Garry used to be a writer until he took a beak to the face.  He now sits in my living room, muttering of his experience and stroking the flamingo carving he made. He can't eat potatoes any more, I eat my french fries with a sympathetic glance to his hunched form. It is now up to me, Larry BoBarry to defend my family's name and honor the centuries of careful writing to become  the greatest author that had ever been.
 Just kidding, I don't have an uncle Garry. You should know that I like potatoes,  stray a little too close to creativity (I'm an addict, sorry not sorry), and I'M THE GREAT AUTHOR, PREPARE YOURSELF HUMAN FOR MY CLEVER ANECDOTES AND TASTEFUL REMARKS HEHEHEHEEHE. I hope you understood the reference. Warning: I am Undertale trash and various other dirt of fandoms. That is all.