You've always known Punchy. Right? He's your only companion. You don't need to think. Only spread Punchy's influence. Punchy can help you, too. He can get rid of the bad thoughts you have, the ones that contradict his rules. The ones that resist his power. You love Punchy. He digs a clawed hand into your skull to change your thoughts and one into your hand to change your movements. Both are bleeding, but you don't care.

"Who is your leader?"

Even if you had the thought it wasn't Punchy, Punchy would get rid of it. You don't need thoughts that aren't about Punchy.

"Punchy."

You say, happily.

"Good."

Punchy was serious. Stoic. He did not have time to grow attached, possessive. Only to overtake another universe.