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Once upon a time in a far far away land, a man who owns a lice country underneath his furry hat has been traveling around the world. He stumbled upon a breathtaking, magnificent, and beautiful swamp. He admired its remarkable artwork of nature. As he was looking at the scenery bestowed by Mother Earth, he suddenly heard the bushes rustling nearby.

A big, 7 ft tall, handsome, and bald ogre came out from the bushes in the vicinity.

“What are you doing in my swamp!?” the green bald ogre angrily yelled at him.

Fyodor, the man who is the president of the lice country blushes at the sound of his manly, raspy, and husky voice. He has never felt this way before.

“I'm sightseeing, your swamp is very majestic. I like it.” Fyodor calmly said but internally, he was simping over this Hulk wannabe.

Shrek was touched by his words, nobody had told him that before. He felt his heart beating, wanting to escape from his ribcage.

“What is your name?” Shrek asked him as the lice in Fyodor's hair glistened in the rays of the sun. He looks ethereal in Shrek's mind, a human being that is too beautiful to exist in this universe.

“My name's Fyodor. Fyodor Dostoevsky. How about you, fine gentleman?” He replied and smiled at Shrek, stretching his left hand out, and initiating a handshake. Shrek stared at his hand, he slowly placed his right hand in his left hand. It's a perfect fit. It's like they were destined to meet each other.

“I'm Shrek.” As they looked into each other's eyes, they felt a spark and their hearts yearned for one another's company.

Thus, their friendship blossomed, gradually became an undying love that cannot be separated, even by death itself.