Piconjo is life

I was only nine years old. I loved Piconjo so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I'd pray to Piconjo every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Piconjo is love", I would say, "Piconjo is life". My dad hears me and calls me a . I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Piconjo. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Piconjo. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my p3n0r". He grabs me with his powerful stickman hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Piconjo. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Piconjo. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Piconjo. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Piconjo looks him straight in the eye, and says, "It's all pwned now". Piconjo leaves through my window. Piconno is love. Piconjo is life.