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.