From the world of Invader Zim comes the view in which Gir wishes to consume his master. The loss of a good friend, a fellow cupcake unveils the maelstrom upon the alien-body that is Zim. Experience his pain and gaze upon the pleasures of Gir, for this is the act of violence, the act beautified by the talents of a once bemused presence. Bow before Gir, let the cupcake live on in presence....
O.O I like.
Thanks, for Gir would be pleased by such words.
This is AWSOME.