After my realisation I have decided not to live like Shrek, but to become Shrek. I have trained everyday in my cold, stone cell. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and then I was finally strong enough that I was able to crush pieces of stone by squeezing my buttcheeks together. I was strong, but that was not enough to escape from that damned tower. I couldn't use my power as long as I was chained by those vibranium fetters. I had to wait for good oppurtunity to escape.
As days were passing I was planing how I am going to revenge to those that had imprisoned me. When my hope of escape seemed to be lost I knelt in my improvised shrine and praised the god itself - Shrek the Mighty. These moments filled me with peace, as I have remembered: "My time will come. I must patiently wait and be prepared to leave this shithole." My Shrek-shrine was very simple it consisted of one statue of shrek, which was made of my fossilized poo poo, and some candles, which were of course materialized from my earwax.
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