Nelson T. Greaves

Grooooooorrn. I am a Barvardian Blromp! And I’m magical, other-worldly and mildly derivative. “Huh?,” you say in a spoooooky voice, “Moooore informaaaaaation?” Well… The year is 2014 and I appear on posters and book bags. Twilight has grown staaaaale. “Vampires?,” you say, scoffing and playing your Nintendo “Them” like a Zelfingorger! Forget vampires, give me gorgeous teenage Blromps loving each other’s bodies on a Bliztorte! That would be vokerous!

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