Gregor, now making his way home after committing a callous act of first-degree murder, found himself humming a catchy tune. "Dududu duuu, du du- nnmmm, ohio, ohio rizzler gyat! Yyaaaa, du du duu duuuuu gyaaaaaattttt gyyyyaaaaaattttttttttt- Skibbedi toilet skibbedi skibbedi TOMA TOMA TOMA TOMA TOMA TOMA TOMA."
"Kai Cenat rizz?" This thought meandered through Gregor's mind as he continued to hum with fervor.
"Are you Gregor?" A male voice, unfamiliar, pierced through the darkness from the depths of the well-known ghetto of "Stabeque."
Gregor, somewhat startled, responded to the mysterious voice, "Who are you?"
In a dramatic revelation, the voice declared, "I am your loyal confidant, a renowned personality, your progenitor, your offspring, your nurturer, your future hero: Johan Isen."
"WHAT THE FUCK? JOHAN ISEN?!????" The ensuing silence was palpable, almost tangible enough to seep into one's bones.
After an eternity of half a second, Gregor finally shattered the quietude. "Wait... who is Johan Isen?" As always, Gregor remained blissfully unaware, a veritable ignorant cod.