>I was only 9 years old
>I loved Hampton so much
>I had all of his songs and videos on my iPod
>I prayed the Hampton every night, thanking him for the 1337 83475 he had given me
>"Hampton is kek" I say
>"Hampton is dance"
>My dad hears me and calls me a newfag
>I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to memes
>I call him a weeaboo
>He slaps me and sends me to bed
>I'm crying now, and my face hurts
>It's cold and quiet laying down
>All of a sudden, I hear music moving towards me
>Something touches me
>It's Hampton!
>He whispers into my ear "Rave for me"
>He engages me with his music and jumps inside my ear, commanding me to dance
>I perform my best routine I learned in cheerleading
>I want to please Hampton
>Hampton leaves his shed fur in my brain and exits me
>My dad walks in and Hampton says "Do dee doo da bee da bee doo" and my dad begins dancing until unconsciousness
>Hampton flies out of my window, still playing his glorious music
>Hampton is kek, Hampton is dance
Memes never die. They're just missing in action.