People have asked me, "Where's Esshole? What happened to Esshole?" Well, let me tell you. I am Esshole's twin brother, Narcissy. Now, me and Esshole never really got along, but I did respect him, no matter how much of an ass he was, he was an asshole, really.

One day, however, he went for a walk and came across a burning apartment. People screaming, kids crying. Then, someone shouted, "My daughter and dog is in there!" For once, the bastard decided to be a good an, and ran into the building - playing the hero. Esshole ran through fire, smoke, and fear, looking for the kid. He finally found her, and the dog, he picked up the girl and ran back to the door. "Thank you!" She told him, "But where's Poochy? My poochy's still in there!" Esshole then ran back in looking for the dog. Luckily, the dog found it's way out and, running past Esshole. The crowd cheered for the safety of everyone. Esshole began to make his way to the door, during the creeks and rumble of the arpartment building. The crowd looked upon the hero past the smoke as it collapsed upon him. Minutes past before the fire department finally made it to the scene to put out th blaze of ruined homes. They found Esshole crushed under former homes and burned to the bone. He did not survive.

I ask you, was Esshole such an esshole, after all?