My love of Gex started as a boy, a little boy. "GEX GEX GEX!" I hooted and/or hollered for the whole neighborhood to hear! I loved my Gex. When I turned 5, I entered school to spread my love for Gex with new friends. Shortly after I began my education, I started gaining attention. All the boys and girls at my school wanted to Gex just like me! I told them that if they wanted to Gex, they had to be a Gex lord. They didn't understand, sadly. If they did, maybe they would be as cool as I am. Due to the circumstances, though, they are not as cool as me. In fact, I would describe those lousy losers as lame. If I had to wonder as to why when what, I would say Gex didn't like them. Gex chose me for a reason, a purpose. The purpose of the Gexinning to begin. Begun it, therefore, has started. I remember, once I turned 8, I was fully entering the gecko. And boy howdy did I! Something such as my GEX had never been seen before. And so, that afternoon/morning, I rose to the arisen sun shaped in the shape of a Gex, my favorite sort of gecko. Never would I choose another type. "GEX GEX GEX!" I screamed again. I just couldn't get enough. People would say stuff like swears for which I would send a warning of the waning time where due to their cuss, they would be punished. Torture, an astute observation by thee. Gex would have his way with them! Ridiculed due to your horrible behavior. Personally, I believe Gex is going easy on you! Or, well, I would believe that if I thought Gex was wrong, for which he is not. Nor would I say otherwise. Gex is how life carries on. Gex is how the world turns. Gex is my world. When I turned 10, I finally turned into a Gex Ambassador. He allowed me, ME!, to be of such high stature? Well, never are his actions unjust. He is always right, right. Thank you, Gex. Your Gexinning helped my incredible ideas become ideals. The ideal man is a Gex ambassador, and that's me. I am the ideal man. Gex is the ideal being. Gex! I sure love a man? Not a man! He is Gex, God the Greatest! Fine. If you whisper of a Mister Mentor, then thou WOW! Low and beheld, this felt quail in the mail. If you lie in my kale pail, GEX! will returnimate. EDUCATE IT AND FORTH PORTH. Porridge, pour this kiss into the abyss. GOODBYE.