I love Spymount so much. I got all of his merchandise and movies.
I pray to Spymount every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given.
"Spymount is love", I say. "Spymount is life."
My dad hears me and calls me a mark.
I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Spymount.
I called him bad for business.
He slaps me and sends me to sleep.
I'm crying now, and my face hurts.
I lay in bed and it's really cold.
Suddenly, thunder shoots out of my closet and I hear Spymount's voice.
That's Spymount.
I am so happy.
He whispers into my ear, "Spymount is here."
Spymount leaves through the window.
Spymount is love, Spymount is life.