// Maybe I'll start with something supposedly simple, a bug. //
There once was a bug, this bug was black. It had a name, its name was Fred. Fred was crawling through a patch of leaves when he stumbled upon another bug. This other bug was blue. It too had a name, its name was Bob. Bob also, was crawling through the very same patch of leaves.
// I WILL NOW EXPRESS MY ABILITY TO CREATE CHARACTERS UNLIKE MYSELF TO DISPLAY MY VERY OPEN AND KNOWLEDGABLE MIND. ahem...*cracks nuckles* //
Fred was a bi-curious female transvestite bug. He/She was often shy infront of male/female bugs, for they usually sent blank, condecending looks towards him/her while pondering how to perceive him/her which intimidated him/her. Ever since that incident with the magnifying glass, the garden glove, and the firewood pile, Fred has felt unsure about himself/herself due to all the hateful burning and swatting and all.
Bob was a lesbian male transvestite bug from the planet ZOB-TOG-BLOG-CHOG-COG-SOOooo00p, he enjoys tennis. Bob grew up in a small fUTlOrP near YIP-TIP-GUPUPUPUP-POO-F00OOoo, ZOB-TOG-BLOG-CHOG-COG-SOOooo00p. He/it/she and his/its/her best LapKAP UPI-UPI used to spend FLAzAp by the ROorrogutz on ZUGGA-ZUGGA-Z00P street playing tennis; which Bob enjoyed. Bob was very YAMA-YAMA with UPI-UPI and they often had WUGGA-WUGGA if they had extra FLAzAp after playing tennis. Bob felt very comfortable around UPI-UPI because he/it/she liked him/it/her even though he/it/she was not very good at WUGGA-WUGGA.
Fred had never seen an alien woman before, let alone a blue one. He/she was quite nervous, though excited at the same time. Fred was attracted to this woman/man/thing and he/she couldn't help himself/herself; he/she told him/it/her his/her feelings and asked if they could crawl through this patch of leaves together.
Bob, who had recently broken up with UPI-UPI and left his/it/her SHOMthe small fUTlOrP near YIP-TIP-GUPUPUPUP-POO-F00OOoo, ZOB-TOG-BLOG-CHOG-COG-SOOooo00p for Earth, pondered this request from Fred. While thinking, Bob thought of how comfortable UPI-UPI made him/it/her feel, and he/it/she was deciding if this new alien man/woman could WUGGA-WUGGA as good as and as many fUTlOrPs as UPI-UPI could.
Fred's insecurity, while Bob was pondering, was steadily increasing. Every second that went by, made Fred increasingly inclined to refuse identifying himself as a strong independant bug only to succumb to self-hatred and obscurity.
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