It took a good moment for reality to catch up with Harambe, God of Getting Kid, Prophet of Blue and the Ways of Harembae. His huge-ass reality distorting rip wasn't letting up just yet, and as he turned around to see Jefferson's massive [b]AMERICAN FLAG[/b] grow closer, the skyscraper-sized gorilla god's eyes went wide in surprise.

Then he squeezed [i]harder[/i].

Suddenly, Harambe's magnificent feet were no longer in holy contact with the ground. Suddenly, cloud upon cloud of putrid smoke poured out of Harambe's holy ass. It was as if he himself - Harambe, Gotten Go-Getter God of Gottening Unbegottenly Gotten Kids, Gotten Prophet of Ungettingful Go-Gottening Getter [color=#F7FF00]B[color=ed1c24][s] [/s][/color]l[color=ed1c24][s] [/s][/color]u[color=ed1c24][s] [/s][/color]e[/color] and the Unbegotteningly Unbegotten Way of Harembae - was now a rocket, blasting off back to that point in space from which he had found zen and peace and hospitality and shelter and kindness and rest and relaxation.

He rose higher and higher as his hot, steaming, cleansing poo-gas continued to pour from his holy rear. The earth shook, the hospital shook, the sky shook, the moon shook, the ocean quaked, the stars shook, the man down the street in the cafe taking a shit shook, Harambe's holy leathery cheeks quivered rapidly, and Harambe, eaberaH fo yaW eht dna eulB fo tehporP, diK gnitteG fo doG, himself shook.

The skyscraper-sized gorilla god ascended up out of Jefferson's evil clutches, holding his fist proudly up into the air in the direction he was now flying, as if he was Superman or some shit. Like, this was like...legiterally, like, a scene in like...like The Iron Giant. Like, have you ever, like, seen that? It's like, totally and like, legiterally a good movie. Like, you should like...totally watch it...like...legiterally.

Oh, what was that? Harambe who?

[b][u][i]OH SHIT I WAS TELLING A STORY! RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT![/i][/u][/b]

Well anyways, Harambe - Good if Gluten Cods, Puppet is Born of Wash in Refridgerator - flew up into the upper atmosphere, where his holy fart juices found themselves depleted, and he himself and him began to contemplate life itself. He floated there in the upper atmosphere, debating one of the great mysteries of the universe as stated by William Shakespeare. [i]"To get kid, or not to get kid. That is The Question."[/i] Although it was pretty clear which was truly the answer...you know...cause it's a fucking roleplay?

...What? That's not Shakespeare? Fuck you.