> I was only 9 years old
> I loved mr skeltal so much, i had all the calcium and good bones
> I pray to mr skeltal every night before bed, thanking him for all the calcium I've been given
> "Mr skeltal is love" I say "mr skeltal is life"
> My dad hears me and calls me a ♥♥♥♥♥♥
> I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for mr skeltal
> I called him an ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
> He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
> I'm crying now, and my skull hurts
> I lay in bed and it's really cold
> A warmth is moving towards me
> It's mr skeltal
> I'm so happy
> He whispers into my ear: "this is my milk"
> He grabs me with his flesh-less skeleton hands and puts me in my hands and knees
> I'm ready
> I spread my pubis for mr skeltal
> He penetrates my pelvis hole
> I can feel my pelvis tearing as my eye sockets start to water
> I push against his force
> I want to please mr skeltal
> He roars a mighty "doot doot" as he fills my pelvis with calcium
> My dad walks in
> Mr skeltal looks him straight in the eye and says: "It's all calcium and good bones now"
> Mr skeltal leaves through my window
> mr skeltal is love, mr skeltal is life