So it’s evidently urbananchorite’s birthday.  

So I decided to draw her a birthday gift.  I assume that this happens in the story she wrote.  

And if it didn’t happen, it is most likely what she actually wanted to write, but felt constrained by the expectations of society, and so was unable to include it.  

“Draw a fusion between Greg and Steven,” said yunisverse.

What you end up with is an 8-foot-tall, pinker, chubbier, hairier, starry-eyed monstrosity of a man with hair that probably goes down to his ankles because why not.  

I don’t know what it is that I’m doing with my life anymore.