Yo ho, yo ho, The seas forever roll.

You have been visited by a little nerd! 'sup?

Yo-ho and a bottle of Kopperberg~

Anyways where was I? oh yeah...I PROCEEDED TO BEAT MYSELF IN FRONT OF HIM, CRYING AND SOBBING AS I DID SO IN THE DIRTY DIAPER THAT I WAS FORCED TO WEAR IN MY DREAM SIGNIFYING CHILDHOOD TRAUMA FROM WHEN MY FATHER ASH HAD S EX WITH MY NON HETERO GIRLFRIEND AND I COULD DO NOTHING ABOUT IT. I PROCEEDED TO KISS HANK'S FEET AND BEG FOR HIS FORGIVENESS. I woke up once more to find everything to be ok, thankful for the Eldritch Horrors to have passed. I proceeded to put my steak on my charcoal grill. Hank Hill proceeded to bust open my door, dressed up in a pimp coat. I asked him what was wrong, I apologized, I did everything!!! I didn't understand. He looked me in my eye as he lashed me across the face with his backhand. NO DISCIPLE OF MINE IS GOING TO USE CHARCOAL, THIS IS A STRICKLAND PROPANE HOUSE!!!

The propane god appeared to me in my sleep, just as WiseAzzDragon predicted. He told me those exact lines, except I didn't understand or comprehend this eldritch horror which has seeped into my mind. I cooked my steak on a charcoal grill and eventually a week later he appeared to me in my sleep yet again, wearing only what appears to be a leopard thong and an angry stare in his eyes. He whipped me with his belt, screaming out in sheer anger: "I TELL YOU HWAT, I AM THE MACK DADDY OF HEIMLICH COUNTY, NOW YOU BETTER BEAT IT IN FRONT OF ME MISTER OR ELSE I'LL HAVE TO MOVE ON FROM PRO PAIN TO....idk pro pain 2 or something I don't remember what do I look like a fu cking salad head?