User:Moral

Ode to Chris As your youth would disappear Creeping and calling them darling and dear Crying and weeping as your sweethearts say goodbye As Sorbet coughs with his infected eye If Bob were here, what would he think Would he notice his stamp collection shrink What will you do when Barb isn't here Could you survive, it's become unclear For a child will die if he's alone With no rich sweetheart to call his own

Owner of a slightly stained copy of Sonichu #0, which I plan to sell for profit when Chris dies in a few years.