>>26466564...IMMEDIATELY PUNCH THE MOTHERFUCKER IN THE MOTHERFUCKING FACE
But then he realized what THE MOTHERFUCKER had just said, so he wisely chose not to punch THE MOTHERFUCKER anywhere near the face.
"Who might you be?", SUNKERN McCOOL, ASS KICKER EXTRAORDINAIRE asked of the small phantom.
"I go by no name yet," THE MOTHERFUCKER squeaked, "but I would very much like to have one of my own. If you would aid me in realizing this wish, I shall gladly and gratefully be your guide out of this trap..."
SUNKERN McCOOL, ASS KICKER EXTRAORDINAIRE nodded, and closed his great eyes in thought. He hummed and he hawed. He sat, stood, paced, and sat again. For three days he was in great thought, and for three days THE MOTHERFUCKER waited patiently. THE MOTHERFUCKER did not have a name, and it was SUNKERN McCOOL, ASS KICKER EXTRAORDINAIRE's job to give them one. And if anyone knew the importance of a name, it was none other than SUNKERN McCOOL, ASS KICKER EXTRAORDINAIRE. He pondered and wandered and milled and tilled, until he suddenly realized what the best possible name for THE MOTHERFUCKER could be. SUNKERN McCOOL, ASS KICKER EXTRAORDINAIRE stood up and looked at THE MOTHERFUCKER with a grin.
"I've got it! I shall hereby bestow upon you, friend, the name of..."
