The magnificent. The master. The Gir. He dances. He sways. He is. He perches 'pon a pile of corpses…those corpses belong to every fan fiction writer on this sad sad website. Including mine. Gir is….the one. The only, the free, the wondrous, the Gir. He is.
There will not be a sequel, because I'm dead. And so are you.
