Yesterday, Our Lord Bob tragically passed away.
His death brought anguish and sorrow to many, and his followers all asked themselves the same question; why? Why had Lord Bob, who we had built shrines to honor, created a tumblr to gather followers for, and expressed our eternal love and devotion for in over 700 posts, chosen to die?
Eventually we came to a realization. We had been too blinded by his brilliance and beauty and bob-ness to see something very obvious. Something that others had taunted and insulted us for.
Bob does not wish to be worshipped. He is no tyrant; he does not act as if he is above others. Instead of hoarding the entirety of Tier Bob, he shares it with his friends: Lolly, Merry, Moe and Curly.
So please, Lord Bob, no, just Bob. Please resurrect, for we cannot bear to live a life without you.
His death brought anguish and sorrow to many, and his followers all asked themselves the same question; why? Why had Lord Bob, who we had built shrines to honor, created a tumblr to gather followers for, and expressed our eternal love and devotion for in over 700 posts, chosen to die?
Eventually we came to a realization. We had been too blinded by his brilliance and beauty and bob-ness to see something very obvious. Something that others had taunted and insulted us for.
Bob does not wish to be worshipped. He is no tyrant; he does not act as if he is above others. Instead of hoarding the entirety of Tier Bob, he shares it with his friends: Lolly, Merry, Moe and Curly.
So please, Lord Bob, no, just Bob. Please resurrect, for we cannot bear to live a life without you.
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