This is a story of a child, a boy really.

once upon a time a child was born,

into complete and utter darkness. A boy really. The boy had to navigate through space and time until reaching a colorful world known as Earth. Shooting down in a fiery flame and softy landing in the fields of Amherst Massachusettes he wandered naked to the nearby town. Neon lights and soaring roars of celebration filled the night sky as he drew closer to this mysterious destination. There was a parade it seemed.  A parade of humans, with backwards baseball caps and polo t-shirts, some with glossy makeup and orange tans, miniskirts, and siren- like laughter piercing its way into his phyche. the boy was scared but bubbling with curiosity. what were these people? talking to there little metal devices, and behaving like barbarians. the boy watched from a dark alleyway tempted to come into the light. then all of a sudden an ogre like human stumbled into the alley where boy was and released some sort of yellow liquid from himself. The boy hid behind a large radiator and watched with bated breath. The orge mumbled incoherently about some other human he was gonna “stick-it-too” a phrase that cemented in the boys mind as the first human words he would remember. “stickittoo”, he repeated to himself after the ogre stumbled back into the street parade. the boy watched on as the crowd of people swayed back and forth in merry delight. Smiling at one another and erupting with huffy laughter. They seemed like a friendly race of humans really.  Eventually the boy built up the courage to show himself and walked with a hunch into the large crowd. He was still naked. From the shadows he emerged to a group of yellow haired tanned women. When these women noticed the young naked boy from out the shadows they gasped. A burst of “whoa’s!” and “whatthefucks” came from the crowd. The boy stood stiff, completely frozen and wide eyed, a forcefield of silence fell upon everyone. And then he spoke the only words he knew… “stick-it-too?”. The crowd just stared back in complete silence. Then they all took everything out of there pockets, laid them on the ground. Removed all there clothes and bowed to the naked boy with long black black hair and a mustache. Some thought he was Superman, others Starman but he was Gizmo. The Gizmo kid

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