I'm here with alla my people (nyahnyahnyahh).

Yes, because I'm pimp. Yes I am. I'm a straight up G, and I'm pimpet pimpetty.

So now you know everything there is to know about me, except for that I don't even like liver, and it's the greatest thing to ever have happened! (Imagine knowing me!)

Don't read my stories cause they suck. No sarcasm used here. I need a God of Creative Writing, or at least somebody to have some great ideas for me so that I can then write them.

But I do have a brilliant story that you have to hear. Just note that "Ararararahr" is a dolphin sound luhlz. Kay listen to this:

The Little Dolphin Who Cried Ararararahr.

There once was a little dolphin. He loved stories, and loved to play pranks.

One day, he ran into the village shouting "An ararararahr is after me! Help!" The townspeople believed him, and went to look for the ararararahr, but found nothing.

This happened a further 43 times, before the townspeople stopped believing him.

It was then that a rabid and vicious ararararahr came after him, and performed corrective surgery on him before eating his liver.

The End.