im too young to be called a mister anything im not hobbling around like a grandpa im a beautiful angel who died tragically young a rising star struck down before his time in the sun basking in the radiant glow of the fame of making shit ass comics i couldve been the next steven spielberg or at least a tarantino im not going to do the whole song and dance of saying mr strider was my father i never had a dad to even make that gag about in fact as far as i was concerned i assumed he put bro as his name on his resumes and that was just his advanced social mindgame disclaimer i dont give a fuck about ectobiology im not claiming dadhood thats a bro end of story tldr im still getting the shakes from being called a mister that was like a jumpscare from five fucks at uncle festers

