I didn't know running into the wall would hurt as much as it did.
But here I am, lying in a pool of my own blood, hoping that my faithful penguin sends for help.
Last time this happened the penguin just called me a pussy, took my shoes, and went to see the mask.
To this day I still dont know if he liked it or not, because every time I ask him about it,
he just calls me a pussy and throws ice cubes at me!
