Clams. Every day I wake up and instantly cry tears of joy, because right beside me, is a hot plate of fresh clams made by my mom. Once I’ve devoured the succulent clams, I take out my phone and play Clash of Clams. I’m the highest level player in the world on Clash of Clams. I’m like the Legend27 of Clash of Clams. As I’m playing it, it’s time for snacktime. My mommy brings, can you guess it? A hot steaming plate of fresh clams! This time, however, I decide to try something special. I take one of the clams and shove the entire thing down my esophagus. Tears are coming out of my eyes immensely, and my nose is shooting out blood, but I bear the pain because I love clam. As the clam enters my stomach, I accidentally burned my finger in my stomach acid. I realized at this moment: I invented clam fisting! Once I told the idea to my mom, she was very excited to show the world. I went to an annual clam convention and showed my amazing idea. Everyone loved it! Soon, the entire room was full of people shoving clams down their esophagus. And to my surprise, the CEO of Clash of Clams contacted me! And guess what: I’m now the CEO of Clash of Clams! So a few days later, me and mommy moved into the Clash of Clams headquarters, and I began making massive updates for the game. I added clam pets. I added clam villages. I even added clam fisting! It was a revolutionary time for Clash of Clams. And a revolutionary time to love clams in general. I’m writing this, while looking at my ninth decade on this earth. I am 89. I’ve lived a long good life of clam. My son is now the CEO of Clash of Clams, and clam fisting is now a daily activity in schools, churches, workplaces, etc. Human lifespan has quadrupled thanks to clam fisting. I don’t believe I’ll live to see 90, however. I haven’t been clam fisting my whole life, and I slack on it. So, this is my final message to the world. Don’t forgot my legacy. I love you all, and my clams.