That day ended just like any other day.I ate garlic for breakfast, due to my devotion to wario. I put on my yellow cap and penciled on my zig zag mustache. I went to school, and got bullyed, they always called me fat yellow garlic faggot. I arrived home, did my homework. I prayed to wario, my Lord and savior as usual, before sleeping. During the middle of the night, I heard a distance ^^waaaaaaah I woke up, and looked out the window. My dad noticed I was awake past my bedtime, slapped me, and called me a faggot. He was always jealous of my devotion to wario. I couldn’t sleep, so I opened my cabinet, looked through the copy’s of my wario ware games, and pulled out my wario Fleshlight. Right before I began, the stench of something entered my nose. Garlic. I turned around and saw him. The yellow beauty. He said there is no need for that. I knew what my duty was. I bent over and spread my cheeks. I was ready. But something was wrong. My dad saw wario enter my room, and he was jealous. He wanted in. Wario said that I had to wait, that he needed to take care of something first. He proceeded to lift my dad up. It was 5 minutes long, but it felt like years waiting for my turn. Finally, the stench of garlic, and poo entered the room. My dad was taken care of. Wario turned to me, and put on a onion peel on. I spread my cheeks, and I clenched my anus. I was ready. He slowly entered. It felt like a pillar, but anything for wario. I was ready. He did the deed, and for those 15 minutes, I knew that my prayers finally paid off. It ended with a mighty WAAAAAAAAH. It was over. As garlic dipping sauce from Papa John’s mixed with poo and blood leaked out of my anus, Wario said,”HAVE A ROTTEN DAY” as he flew out of my window. I will never forget that night. I will never forget my yellow garlic god, Wario.