This is completely different to how I remember the events. Back when I was convicted for publicly jerking off to waifu pillows in a nearby schoolyard, I used to frequent the prison showers. As I was an edgy troll I decided to tell the fellow inmates that Fallout 4 objectively bettor than Witcher III. All of a sudden, a big thick Polish white man with a luscious grey mane ordered me to drop the soap. So I complied and dropped it. He then told me to bend over and pick it up. Suddenly I felt something enter me rear. He whispered into my ear with a finger on my lips "shhhh! You dun fucked up mister. Now atone yourself for Geraldo".

Many days have passed. I have made over 200,000 pledges to the poor developers of CDPR. My proceeds allowed them to build a modest hut with adequate food and shelter to facilitate their basic survival needs. They have thanked me through their humbleness and humility and I thank Geraldo for it everyday. Especially since the time I shared his cell and got my ass cheeks branded by his wolf medallion.