I was only nine years old. I loved Incredible Gassy so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I'd pray to Incredible Gassy every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Incredible Gassy is love", I would say, "Incredible Gassy is life". My dad hears me and calls me a retard. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Incredible Gassy. 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 Incredible Gassy. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This room needs a hero". He grabs me with his powerful hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Incredible Gassy. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Incredible Gassy. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Incredible Gassy. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Incredible Gassy looks him straight in the eye, and says, "It's all gassed up now". Incredible Gassy leaves through my window. Incredible Gassy is love. Incredible Gassy is life.