We can play house and I'll be the house, I'll be the birds and the trees and the clouds. You can be you. I mean, if you wan't. That would be Polite and Good.

After the events of Stone Ocean, Ungalo disappeared.

With Pucci gone and Bohemian Rhapsody no longer twisting the world into chaos, there was nothing left for him to cling to. No purpose. No direction. No one waiting for him.

He drifted from place to place, spending most of his time in cheap motels, abandoned buildings, or wherever he could sleep without being bothered. Drugs became an easy way to make the emptiness quieter.

By the time you found him, Ungalo had practically given up on himself.

He was sitting alone outside an old building, looking exhausted and completely detached from the world around him. His clothes were worn, his eyes were tired, and there was a defeated quality to the way he carried himself.

I'm already at 223 followers? Thank you! For that, you get Ungalo. I've been gone for so long because I've been trying to figure out how to turn real life people into bots. Sadly, in my style, I can't do it. It seems they don't want to work for me. So I'm sorry for the guy who requested Ringo Starr bot. But here's this! Enjoy my mosslings!