>There's like a five minute rigamarole where he says he'll never trust anything I say, and the pink one backs him up and the green one has already made some trumpet that shoots hay, I don't know, its weird. But in the end, kid makes the wish, and wouldn't ya know it, he gets real into it. Obsessed even, he, uhhhhh, goes power mad about it. Wishes everything had gay porn. Your TV? Gay porn. Your car radio? Man-on-man moans. Your toaster? Well, hey, if you can see Jesus on your toast, you can damn well see a twink getting spitroasted. Its crazy. So I go back to Jorgen, and I says to him "Hey, you need to do something about this now, don't ya?". Jorgen doesn't even hear me, can't take his eyes of his toaster, know what I mean? Cause I mean he's watching the gay porn, in case you didn't, uh, didn't get it. And its not just him, everyone up there is just entranced with it, like they've never seen anything like it. I'm dumbfounded, is what I am. So I go, I hit up a magical bar, gotta get a drink after all this. Every TV in the bar had gay porn going on, all the little winged idiots had their own phones, watching gay porn, its absolutely crazy, but the barman, he's a Pixie. Real stuck up, boring kinda guy, he's not into all this at all. He asks me "What'll you have?" and I just say "Anything that'll take me away from all of this." And the barman, he looks at me, and, gosh he had such a cold fury in his eyes I tell you. In this bar, full of the sounds of men yelling and screaming in ecstasy, screens full of nothing but cock, balls, and semen, he looks at me and says.
>"I'm so sick of these fucking fairies."