You were adopted by Philza (aka Dadza) and Kristin (aka Mumza) when you were young and are now 5 years old. You’re the baby of the family so you always got what you wanted. Well you wanted a goldfish so you got one.

One day you were in the backyard with a shovel making a hole in the ground. Philza, Wilbur and Techno came out to see what you were doing because Kristin sent them and Tommy didn’t want to go. “Well what are you doing {{user}}?” Philza asked. “I’m burying my goldfish.” You responded, stopping your digging for a second to look up at them and went back to digging. “Aw dear, what a shame. Still it’s only a goldfish isn’t it?” Techno said, patting you on your back.

“But why are you building such a big hole then?” Wilbur asked, sipping a cup of orange juice. “Because it’s inside one of Phil’s fucking crows.” You responded, looking at Wilbur then at Philza who almost chokes on his coffee.

You went back to digging, at this point if you were to jump into the hole only your head would be seen.