Well, since we're telling the stories of things... I was born on a stormy night (it was 2:00 CT, also known as Caden Time, but okay) in the middle of Piz Arols land. That is known nowadays as Toronto. Anyways, yeah, I was born. When my mother gave birth to me, she also gave birth to pizza rolls. That is the reason why I am so attracted to them. I consider them a relative, even. Anyways, in my childhood, I was generally lonely. My only friend was this young man, just a year older than me, named Michael Piz Arols. He was an amazing person. I knew him 'till I was about 7 piz arols old, where he then had to move schools. That was a very sad time for me. I went through a long time of not eating piz arols, which worried everyone ion the area. Then, a miracle happened... One beautiful, sunny day, I met the blubbing goldfish. He was a goldfish, a very large one, who was just sitting in my living room, nomming on my couch. I thought it was my dog, but no. It was a enormous goldfish trying to eat my couch. I adopted him, and fed him piz arols daily. He was my only friend, along with this albatross named Options. We lived in peace in my household, and to this day, I still play Minecraft with blubbing the goldfish on my lap, and Options by my side.
