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I was only 6 deels released I loved Massa so much, I had all the merch, every archived upload, and a folder full of rare Massa artwork. I’d pray to him every night before bed, thanking him for the show I’d been given. “Massa is love,” I would say. “Massa is life.” My dad heard me and told me to stop worshipping some Dutch animator on the internet. I knew he was only jealous of my devotion to Studio Massa. I called him a fnfpedo. He slammed the door and told me to go to sleep. I was crying now. My face hurt. I lay in bed surrounded by pepernoten, and one suspiciously fresh stroopwafel. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Massa. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "Belgians aren't a race". He grabs me with his powerful animator hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my funds for Massa. He penetrates my bank account. It hurts so much, but I do it for Massa. I can feel my bank account draining as my eyes start to water. I fund his show. I want to please Massa. He animates a mighty show, as he fills my mind with his creations. My dad walks in. Massa looks him straight in the eye, and says, "G E K O L O N I S E E R D". Massa leaves through my window. Massa is love. Massa is life.