I let you pick the names for all the characters in my story because you promised to fuck me to death. The names determined how the characters would die. When I looked up the name you chose for me in the guidebook, it clearly stated I would die of organ failure. I told you this was supposed to be a funny story, and while breaking your promise is one thing, there is nothing funny about organ failure. You said you would give me a new middle name to ensure it involved clowns.