(no subject)

(Walks in. Piano starts.)

It's not that easy being Stel...
Having to spend each day with biomecha blades...
When I think it could be much nicer having wings, or space-time portals
or something much more practical like that...

It's not easy being Stel...
Seems you get mistaken often for the very spawn of hell...
And people tend to fear your presence
'cause you slaughter n00bs within a moment's notice, without a second thought...

But then, you're a deity of puns,
And you wield tons of obscure references...
And then, for some bizzare reason, you seem to have fangirls,
And shapeshifting skills, see...

... When Stel is all there is to be,
It can make you wonder why... But why wonder why, I wonder?
... I am Stel. I am what I am...
... Just deal with it...
... 'Cause I think that's how I want to be.

(Nods, leaps offstage, extending his armblades, ripping the fabric of space-time in half, and exits, universe right).