Oh dearest uncle ozcar, how I love you so. Will you forgive me for all the mistakes I made in the past? I know I hurt you so dearly, but the truth is, I miss you reading me the stories while rubbing your reading pole with my hiney. I miss helping you milk your snake with my mouth. Uncle ozcar, I want it to be back the way it was. Before they did it. BEFORE THEM. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, Uncle Ozcar, will you marry me?