It was the summer of 2001. A smol, gay bean, Ryan 'Milk' Ross, arrived at the gates of Hell. He walked in and went over to the receptionist to check in. The person behind the desk wasn't a human, but a forehead with a name tag. 'Brendon'.
"Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you here." The forehead- Brendon- had two little flaps that moved when it spoke.
"I'm Ryan, but everybody calls me Milk. I'm here for being a gay ass bitch."
"Okay, milk, come on in. But everybody here is going to call you Slagathore."
"Why the fuck-"
Slagathore was interrupted by Brendon the Forehead handing him a name tag that read 'Slagathore' and pushing him through Hell's front door.
