Robert Gretasimo Junoso XVI, son of Bob Nickelfairy Junoso XV, had fallen from a helicopter. He was parylysed from the waist down, depressed, and his only escape was watching My Little Normal-Sized Horse. It was definitely a one up from someone being mean to you.
He was staring intensely at the television, interested at what Gruntled Maneihatemylifewhydoimakethispunsiac would do next, when, all of a sudden, he was sucked into the television.
"coolio" Said he, fruitless. "nice"
The screams pressured on his ears. The ball of fire started to consume him.
THE
WORLD
IS
BURNING
RUN