It had been one year to the date since I was painfully compacted into a small loot crate by Ult My Good Flibbert. After paying a tremendous amount of money in hospital bills, both of my good flibberts assumed that the whole experience had been traumatizing so they arranged for me to see a therapist, despite my protests. The my good flibbert's office reeked of aspirin and old my good flibberts. I sat in the waiting room with other misfits and the my good flibbert called me into his office. The my good flibbert was a fat man with a beard. He has spoken with my father right before I came in and began talking down to me like I was just a my good flibbert. "My good flibbert, you are ten years old." Said the my good flibbert "You must understand that sympathizing with the my good flibbert who hurt you is not exactly healthy." "Sympathize? Oh please." I retorted "Ult My Good Flibbert saved me!" "I don't understand your obsession with an Bungie.net user. Please tell me about him." "You wouldn't understand...." "I think I would my good flibbert." "GO TO HELL YOU FAT MY GOOD FLIBBERT!!!!!!!!" I jump off the couch and bolt out of the office. My own my good flibbert jumps in front of me in an effort to stop me from escaping. I punch him in the balls as hard as I can and run out of the building. I look back as I run outside and see my good flibbert doubled over, wheezing and clutching his little my good flibberts. I couldn't help but smile. That must of hurt. The fat my good flibbert suddenly appears in the door and starts after me. I continue to run. I run down the street and into an alley, only to find myself at a dead end. I wheel around only to become face to face with my good flibbert, the my good flibbert, and a couple of police my good flibberts. The my good flibbert withdrew a large syringe filled with a menacing orange substance. "He's worse than I thought, its best for you to commit him to a psychiatric facility" said the fat my good flibbert to my good flibbert. I can't go to the nuthouse![i] [b] "ULT MY GOOD FLIBBERT!!!!!!!!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!!!!"[/b][/i] I shriek. Suddenly a light appears upon the sunsetting horizon. It grows brighter and brighter until flames become visible as whatever it was entered the atmosphere. The light becomes more profound and soon the four of my attackers wheel around and stare in confusion. "What the hell is that?" "I don't know my good flibbert..." "It kinda looks like a box." "No it looks more like a loot cra-OH SHIT!!!!!!!! IT'S COMING RIGHT AT US!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The four of them panic as the giant loot crate hurtles towards them. They barely have time to react as the box crushes them, creating a wave of gore and asphalt. The crate itself slowly skids towards me, making loud grinding and crunching sounds as it nearer, coming to a halt inches from me. Suddenly the lid opens and....I don't believe it! It's Ult My Good Flibbert! "Hows it going my good flibbert." "Ult My Good Flibbert! You saved me again!" "Hey no biggie. Hop in my good flibbert." I climb into the enormous loot crate, and I look deep into my God's eyes. "Full steam ahead, Ult My Good Flibbert." "You got it my good flibbert." The craft shoots up into the air, with the remains of all of my good flibberts still stuck to it's hull. It flies out of orbit and Ult My Good Flibbert sets a course to heaven. Ult My Good Flibbert is love. Ult My Good Flibbert is life. [spoiler] HAIL HYDRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!![/spoiler]