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Oh, Verity. Dearest of the yellow ones, why should'nt you exist? Why should'nt you be upon this world we live in as humans? And then i answer myself; As quick as the though appears. How can you be in this world anyway? An innocent little ball, with no evil in its heart, be in a world so cruel to balls? Such a thought fills me with dread as i come to the realization that i will never, ever, see verity's lips touching with mine. His little whispers on my ear calming me at night, and the arousal we would feel on bed as we dance to the song of love that plays when we both bound together as not two, but one, single entity made of pure love and joy that if it were to emit light it would be as bright as a thousand suns shining all at once. A yellow sun, in the shape of Verity, my love. But then, at the three days, at the three, horrible days, the Verity i know will cease to exist. The Verity i know will die like a rose withering at the entrance of winter. Like when Sonic the hedhedog said to tails, "Believe, me, tails, this will be the last chilli dog i will eat", and then he dies tragically at ACT 3 ACT 4 INTERMISSION 4, to the hands of the evil god tier Grimdork John Egbert.
Then as i cry, and tears stream down my face as a river of pure grief, he turns evil and takes my cock away. Oh, Verity, why would you take my penis away? My cock? My ding-a-dong? My squaggly? My little buddy? My sausage? My little soldier? My buddy? My salchichon? My polla? My gnar-grach? My wee-wee? My PP? My little wormy? My peeing mate? Why, Verity WHY, WHY WOULD YOU TAKE My PENIS away? Is just to sad.

Thank you.