For my triumphant return for the day I have crafted a poem in the honor of one special individual, myself.
One day long ago,
A man of great caliber roamed.
His great mane of hair he combed,
With the dead jowls of a crow.
This man saw many things,
A bird a bee,
And Hiro, peeing on a tree.
The image still stings.
That is all. I believe that the poem given above will suffice as apology for not showering you with my great presence over the past few months. In conclusion, I want to say a couple more words.
I'M AN EPIC SON OF A MOTHER'S SISTER!