A/N: I think that many people tend to disregard this scene in the musical, or think that it's boring. But I actually love it. Glinda feels so agonized deep down, but is forced to smile constantly under the lights for her public. And that line of "there's a couple of things get…lost" hits my heart every time. Hopefully spending a whole chapter on this song has helped other people to realize its deeper significance and emotions as well. :)


Curtains: Happen. ===+

Wickedstuck: Begin Act 2. ===+

[Years in the future, but not many…]

It had been 3 years since that fateful day. For one and a half solar sweeps now the people had been aware of an evil cancer growing within. Its Wickedness tainted the Lands and their hearts, frightening the innocent as it carved a virulent path through Oz. Even the oldest trolls could not remember a worse scourge. This was truly Wickedness in the form of a troll.

It started with a rumble and rushed over the hills to spread far and wide. A chorus of voices carried the news across Oz with each adding new warnings and information. Did you get the psychic broadcast? Is the capital safe? The wizard says to remain calm but check that our loved ones are alright. How can I remain calm when he says that?

Did you know that the Wicked troll is a mutant? He's got see-through skin and the most revolting blood color, and has short red horns. Yes, I said red horns… Make sure everyone you know has seen the photos so you're able to recognize him. He can't hide from us for long… Why is he doing this? How horrible a person he must be to repay the world's kindness this way… I hear he's targeting areas with lots of lusii in them. We should banish them all for our own safety!

All over Oz the message spread. The terrified whispers became louder, surer, and stronger with each new person they reached. Before long, all humans and trolls had been informed. Karkat's name was known throughout Oz as that of a pestilence upon the Lands.

Every day the Wicked,

Every day the terror grows,

All of Oz is always on alert,

The Knight of Blood was an irredeemable troll of betrayal. Everyone had heard of his infamous revolt against the wizard in the heart of their biggest city. He had unleashed the dark forces of forbidden sorcery against the palace guards and even maimed some lusii. Lusii, the original guardians of his kind! Fortunately, the wizard's leadership and supreme skill with the Aspects had been enough to drive the invader away.

The descriptions of this Knight of Blood were enough to alarm even the highbloods. All reports agreed that, most importantly, he was a mutant. The Knight was a mistake of nature whose faulty blood had finally gotten to his thinkpan and rotted out his sense of reason and Good. It was because of this mutation that his skin and horns had turned red, and not the usual troll-blood maroon but red like Alternian Swedish Fish candy. Rumors spoke that his heart was full of neverending anger and he would not rest until all the Goodness in Oz had been pounded into dust.

The people feared him. They feared their morning news telling them that he had been sighted in the next town over. They feared Blood powers from him targeting people they knew. They were afraid that his limitless hatred would never be defeated. The rumors were all so outlandish that some had to be fake. But what if they weren't? Just…what if? Besides, no matter which ones were actually true, the citizens knew that the truth had to be bad. None of the speculation about the Knight was Good.

Ever since that day, the Knight of Blood had withdrawn to the Land of Pulse and Haze. Aides from the wizard claimed he had mentioned it in a direct quote. That made sense. It was indeed easy to imagine Wickedness taking refuge there.

LOPAH was an area that seemed to be straight out of the old age troll nightmares. No one ever went there unless forced to or if they were crazy enough to journey through it on a high-paying quest. It was the closest thing in Oz to the human idea of Hell.

The land was most (in)famous for its trademark ocean of blood. The pool seemed to extend into forever, flowing thick and red through cracks in the stone surface of the ground. Its smell was hot and heavy enough to overwhelm the senses. Breathing while in LOPAH meant tasting smoke and the iron of blood upon your tongue.

Shards of craggy rocks as tall as a man jutted up towards the sky. Looming ruins were scattered across the landscape, sometimes situated halfway out into the ocean of blood as if trying pathetically to cross. Of those, many were long-abandoned bits of castles. Often embedded in their walls would be a throbbing section of what looked like heart muscle, dripping blood into the crimson sea. A gray fog hung over everything. Some described it as attempting to smother the land's scarlet stain. At the horizon line, gray and red mixed together into nothingness while light purple clouds hung like wisps of poison in the sky. Once in a long while it would rain, bloody droplets coming down like tears.

Out of all the Lands of Oz it was one of the least popular. Almost no one lived there. The people were almost relieved when they were told that was where the Knight had gone.

That's the way with Wicked,

Spreading fear where ever he goes,

Making sure that no one's left unhurt,

They encouraged their loved ones to take extra care on long trips. They kept their distance from unsafe places and far-off Lands more likely to be under his control. Mothers scared their children and grubs back inside to dinner by reminding them of who lurked out there in the shadows. The wizard even sent troops out to some towns and cities. The people tried their best to cooperate with them and do their duty as Good citizens. They huddled underneath the wizard's caring wings, trusting in him to protect them against this terror.

Occasionally, news would come. The Knight would have been sighted flying over a town, or destroying a small shop and stealing everything they had. Often the reports spoke of him freeing lusii and running away with them. People whispered that he wanted them for slaves, and that he would practice dreadful sorcery on them until they were almost as vile and mutated as himself.

Again and again they would read about him preaching new slander and heresy throughout the Lands . But the people knew better. They would not be deceived. He would never taint the Goodness in their hearts. Their Heir of Breath had told them so.

One troll made a disgusted face as he clicked on the home page for their family's news service. His kismesis looked over his shoulder with concern in their eyes. The troll shook his head and leaned back to discuss the latest Knight bulletin with them.

Like some terrible red blizzard,

Across the land he flies,

Repaying our Good wizard,

With his cruelty and lies,

All of Oz cried out:

He lies!

Save us from the Wicked,

Shelter us from being vexed,

Warn us all,

Before he strikes next,

Where will he strike next?

But these were troubled times, and one question lurked always in the backs of their minds.

Where will he strike…next?

Be John. ===+

"Ready, Gamzee?"

"Motherfucking definitely, my miracle man."

The lights rose. Levitating cameras swiveled over to an elevated stage as their lenses clicked into focus. Spotlights activated to illuminate the platform. On it stood a queenly sea dweller in pink and another troll to the side wearing a purple uniform. Between them both was a man in blue.

In front of the young man was a large crowd of humans and trolls, packed together tightly in the Ruby Cityhub's Main Street. They screamed and clapped as the cameras began to roll, shouting out to him as if he were an interplanetary movie star. The young man smiled at them and spoke into the center stage microphone.

"My Good people," he announced. The Good people responded enthusiastically to their new title. "As tempting as it is to give in to terror, we shall not be terrified. You have proven your courage and loyalty many times over during these arduous hours. For that, the wwizard and all of Oz thanks you dearly. But that's enough of that."

"As you know, today has been decreed a day of celebration! Let's forget our troubles and enjoy a day of Good fun. Plus, we have a very special announcement coming up soon!" John addressed the crowd. "Oh what a celebration we'll have today…"

"Thank Goodness!" they cheered back.

"Let's have a celebration the 'windy' way!" said John with a spark of mischief in his eyes. With one flick of a hand he sent a small gust blowing through the front of the gathered crowd. Ladies gasped and clutched their hats to their heads. Children laughed and giggled when it ruffled their carefully-combed hair.

Feferi beamed at the sight. "Fin-ally a day to be totally Wickedness free," she joined.

We couldn't be happier,

Thank Goodness!

"But thank Goodness for you most of all, John," Feferi said into the microphone. And also for your matesprit, our wonderful High Subjugglator. What a lucky troll he is to have you, and how lucky we are to have you both here with us."

She turned to address the people below. "Ever since becoming Grand Highblood, your officer has been searching for the Wicked one. Highblood, tell us," she asked Gamzee. "How do you find such tireless motivation?"

Gamzee looked surprised, obviously not expecting to be drawn directly into the limelight. He shuffled forward to the microphone. His eyes, now a lush shade of purple, darted around the crowd as stifled one nervous honk.

"Uhh, well, I guess it's motherfucking due to my knowing in him not really being so 'Wicked' as talks are-"

"So, Highblood, how does it feel to lead the search?" Feferi interrupted. Her eyes smoldered with warning.

Gamzee balked. "It's all up and being to get to a place in my pump at where it don't motherfucking feel mirthful as all other brothers think it do to be…" he rambled before changing the subject. "But I motherfucking got entrenched in this shit to find him, and I got my attendance on today to tell all yous that-"

"No!" Feferi shrieked happily. "You came to…get engaged!"

Festive music burst from hidden speakers around the main street. A shout of "CONGRATULATIONS!" erupted from the gathered flock. Humans and trolls cheered in delight and waved banners painted with messages. A decent amount brought out noisemakers that, appropriately, honked. They had obviously been in on this.

Finally the meaning of it dawned on Gamzee. He turned away from the microphone to talk to John. "…We're getting married?"

"We are now! It's a mutual-proposal party." John said, bouncing on his heels with excitement. "Are you, uh, surprised?"

"…Very," Gamzee hissed out the word. He paused to flash another plastic smile back at the crowd. When he turned around again his eyes bore harshly into John.

John avoided a full, obvious wince in front of the cameras but did at least look away in shame. He actually was embarrassed that Gamzee had been practically trapped into this. Hopefully Gamzee would forgive him for it being so sudden. But the wwizard and Empress had suggested it. They said it would be a way to help reassure and unite the people. Such a high-profile troll-human red romance marriage would further strengthen the bond between the two main social groups of Oz.

John…hadn't had much choice in the matter, really. But the idea of having such a bond with Gamzee, aside from the usual troll ways of romance, did appeal to him. And didn't Gamzee want to get married eventually? John had thought Gamzee had seemed alright with the human concept in the past.

"Good!" said John. "I mean, the wwizard and I hoped you'd like it," he said. Maybe Gamzee would get the message that this hadn't been all John's idea.

"I mean, isn't this the best prank ever?" he laughed.

John: Be happy. ===+

We couldn't be happier,

Right, 'dear'?

He said as if teasing Gamzee. The people chuckled in appreciation. Always a trickster, their Heir of Breath.

Couldn't be happier,

Right here,

John smiled at the cameras and stepped forward so that he was in the limelight again. Shouts of elation over the wonderful announcement swelled up to wash over him like the tide. He waved to them all, reaching over the guardrail towards a few sections at random. John knew whoever was there would feel like his hand had been meant specifically for them. A wall of eager hands stretched back in shrieking delight. It was like he'd begun handing out high-fives and they'd known nothing but years of bitter high-five famine.

He pointed into the masses as if crediting them personally with the successful proposal. The shouts just never stopped. John laughed and mouthed "thank you" before blowing them all a kiss and continuing:

Look here we've found,

There's love all around,

Our very own new beginning,

Where we couldn't be happier,

"True, Gamzee?" John reached out to give the troll a loving touch on the arm. Secretly, he added a small pinch. Gamzee got the message and nodded agreeably.

The words of gratitude spilled from John's mouth like a waterfall. It was times like this when he could almost imagine himself as an answering-machine, spitting out recorded messages. And the people below just ate it all up.

By now John had been working under the wwizard for almost three years. The two sea dwellers had decided to make him their figurehead, chief celebrity, and idol of adoration in Karkat's place. Apparently the people needed someone to look up to in this war on Wickedness.

He had become fluent in political-speak, that is to say, bullshit. All of the subtle ins-and-outs to social events read like a script for a play inside his head. John knew all of the handwaves and when to use them. He had learned how to nod and laugh properly. Compliments and jokes were a tricky area in politics, but still he had learned them too. He knew ten different ways to smile and could now easily hold one for up to half an hour straight in front of the cameras. John knew how to lie.

He also knew how to keep a friendly sparkle in his eyes. Even when on visits to children who begged him to protect their family from the mean, nasty, Wicked Knight of Blood.

Couldn't be happier,

And we're eager to share,

The miracle that we have here,

With all of you,

He gestured to his adoring public. A field of joyous faces rippled down below. Humans and trolls of every age stood cramped together. They jostled for a spot just one step closer and swarmed in front of the large magivision screens set up every few blocks. Many waved colored flags. John could see sky blue, indigo-purple, stark white, and the City's favorite shade of ruby. The entire herd was elated at his presence. Their clamors for attention overlapped so much that they just became incomprehensible noise to John's ears.

John ignored the shiver down his spine and gave a delighted laugh. None of them had any idea.

He couldn't look handsomer,

I couldn't feel hopeful-er,

We couldn't be happier,

John twittered, bouncing around to Gamzee, the other side, and the microphone in turn.

Because happy is what happens,

When all your dreams come true!

He finished with a flourish. A blue tendril of wind gusted up and formed the shape of a heart at his command. The people roared with applause.

Feferi: Narrate the past. ===+

Feferi smiled and gave a few gentle claps. Then she moved forward to take over the mike, smoothly edging John away. He stepped back, surprised, and found himself standing next to Gamzee. The troll reached an arm around his back to hold his waist and smiled. Well then. John guessed that he was supposed to just stand here like this for the cameras while she talked.

"That's right, John," she said without looking at him,. "And you truly do make us happy! I remember back when one of my first jobs as Empress was to inform Oz of what happened that fateful day. Do you all remember?" Feferi asked.

She nodded, pleased, at the horde's affirmative screams. "I whale never forget it!"

That day you were first called here,

By the great wwizard of Oz,

And proved to him your Aspect talents—skillfully,

He requested you be trained,

And decreed you'd hence be named,

As "John Eggbert the Good"—o-fish-ially!

John tried to look proud and just the right amount of modest at choice moments. Feferi was taking the opportunity to remind the people of the "official" story of John's ascent into the wizard's care and tutelage. When she reached a pause he stepped forward to give a small bow. Then he settled back into Gamzee's arms.

But the troll's smile was gone, and John realized with a start that Gamzee had never heard the full-and-complete government version like this before.

"That's not motherfucking right…" Gamzee mumbled.

"No," John whispered back, "But I'll explain everything after."

He reached over to take Gamzee's hand, eliciting a soft "aww" from some of the audience. But really it was to help keep Gamzee calm.

Then with a vengeful SWEAR,

Feferi shouted at the top of her lungs. People below winced and reached for their ears.

The Knight of Blood came from the shadows,

Where he had been waiting,

She narrowed her eyes.

—Surreptitiously!

The audience gasped perfectly on cue. John wanted to roll his eyes. How many of them even knew what that word meant?

"I hear he has a third horn and, from the back of his head it's grown!" yelled a woman near the front of the crowd. Her outburst sparked a slew of murmurs among the masses.

"I've heard his skin is see-through down," added a man's voice. "To his gnarled heart and blackened bones."

The murmurs increased in volume as everyone began to turn to their neighbors and express their revulsion. All began to ask, increasingly paranoid, "is it true, is it true, could it be true….?"

From the back someone else called "I hear his army of lusii, will soon march on us for slaughter!"

Some people gasped and one screamed. Now everyone was talking, desperate for more news and yet scared to hear more. The horde started to writhe among itself, searching and searching for something comforting, something not so bad, something that they could do, anything…

"I know his sins can be washed away," spoke a troll woman in a green dress. Her voice was hollow and monotonic. "With a bucket of water."

"WHAT?" Gamzee shouted and surged forward.

The mob twisted and turned to find the speaker, but no one seemed to know who had spoken. It didn't matter. Their excited chattering soon filled the air as they discussed and considered this new information. They seemed to be open to it. After all, the Grand Highblood himself had recognized it.

A bucket? Of useless water? Who would have such a thing, or use a pail for that purpose? The humans had changed to less-scandalous containers for cleaning long ago…which made it the perfect weakness to have, since your Achilles heel was hidden away!

And it was fitting in a symbolic sense too. A tool of birth would equal the Knight's death, effectively reversing his existence. It was almost as if they were replacing the mutant slurry he came from with impotent, cleansing water. It would be like washing away a blood stain.

Their excited voices built up and joined together. It must be done! It could be done and it would! People began to seek out people they knew, asking who would be willing to try this trick on the Knight. It was so refreshing to no longer be strictly on the defense. A chant began to rise and fall over their heads: "Melt him, melt him, please, somebody go and melt him!"

Gamzee: Rage. ===+

"You all and hearing this in your soundbits?" Gamzee snarled to John. "Water from a motherfucking bucket to kill Karkat? You can't just let them be doing this!"

He stormed past John and down the platform stairs, despite the human's desperate shushes and cautionary hand waves. "These idiots ain't got their understanding on to anything, and they don't want to either," he growled.

Oh no. That didn't sound good. John knew he had to go after Gamzee—the troll was extremely hard to calm down if he was too angry for too long. "Excuse us for a small while!" he called over to Feferi. The Empress looked surprised but did step forward to take command of the microphone. John disappeared down the steps, his blue hood trailing behind him.

The group of people only grew more excited. The Heir and Highblood had walked offstage? They must need to discuss this new information right now! That settled it; this must be important.

"Gamzee, wait!" said John at the bottom of the stairs. "You can't just run away when things start to go wrong."

His matesprit stopped and whipped around. "Well I can't just stand here either, getting my mirth on. NOT UNDER ALL THAT UNRIGHTEOUS NOISE AND HERETICAL HARSHWHIMSY!" Gamzee's voice snapped like a twig, becoming a rough bellow. Then it just as suddenly sank to a chilling whisper. "I'm not motherfucking stupid, you know." Somehow both volumes were equally menacing.

John stopped in his tracks. Fuck, Gamzee was doing the voice thing. Why did he have to do that voice thing? It was the scariest thing John had ever heard, although he'd only experienced it twice before. Experts weren't able to give him a straight answer about that weird quirk. They only recited warnings about things he already knew, like highbloods having more violent tendencies, and some of their lineages being disturbingly prone to insanity.

Then there were also the mysterious traits of Gamzee's particular caste. Originally the highest-blooded landwellers worked as a race of enforcers. The Subjuggulators of old secretly possessed psychic powers over nightmares and fear-manipulation (as well as, to a lesser extent, emotions). This had proved to be an extremely effective way to control the lower bloods and maintain social order according to the troll Empress's command.

But John knew from the many times Gamzee had woken up in a fit that the chucklevoodoos were a double-edged sword.

"You're, um, getting really angry dear…" John said. Geez, even Karkat hadn't been this scary when he got mad.

"Remember what I told you," John said. "Just breathe. Calm down. Focus on the Goodness. That's right," he soothed as Gamzee tried to do as he was told.

John often worried about what the wwizard had been making Gamzee do as head of the Knightsearch. He was certain that Eridan was trying to use the troll's psychic powers for his own schemes. John had noticed that Gamzee was now much more familiar with his abilities. Back in school the troll had acted like he had no clue that he had any latent psychic abilities. The revelation felt like it had been a shock to both of them, John thought. Gamzee would sometimes offer to protect John's dreams (sweet) and once used fear to incapacitate a trouble-maker at the last Cityhub carnival (frightening).

John couldn't help but feel that something within Gamzee was being dug up that should have stayed buried. He knew the troll was more than his ancestral inheritance. But Gamzee had spent so long running from his nature and creating a mask for himself that John feared it would hit him triply hard if the troll ever had to confront it head on.

So John had worked hard to preserve Gamzee the way he was. He had told the troll that Gamzee was stronger than his ancestry, and that his genes did not control him. All Gamzee needed to do was ignore it and not let it become a part of him, because it wasn't a part of him, honestly. There was Good within him, Gamzee just needed to stay with it. Just stick to your real face, John had begged, the one happy like that facepaint—a comedy mask over one of tragedy. That was the troll John had fallen in love with, he had said. Gamzee had smiled and told John that he would try.

It was tough finding a balance between the rage and the mirth. But Gamzee seemed to get a little bit better with each passing sweep. And John hoped that with him by Gamzee's side, he might one day be able to pull him towards Good. Maybe if they were married that would be even easier.

And that was why John didn't like the alternating voices. It was too much like hearing Gamzee's inner struggle out loud, rage and calm both twisted by and into madness.

After a few minutes of bared teeth and fists clenched tight enough to bleed, Gamzee's shoulders finally relaxed.

Whew. He had been able to do it this time. "Easy there," John spoke as he took another step forward. "I don't like how they talk about him either. It makes me angry too," he offered in sympathy.

"Then why. Don't. We. Motherfucking. Stop them?" Gamzee demanded. "All and hit them with a truth pie right in the face?" He honked for a sound effect.

"We can't!" John said. He looked back towards the low wall separating them from the crowd. "Not now. I'm here to help make them happy…"

"No. You can't bring on the raucous truth because you motherfucking like this!" Gamzee accused. He barely managed to keep from breaking into the dual-voices again. "Karkat wouldn't let people get to rotting in stupidity just to keep them happy. He wouldn't give a shit about all being at the center of some unfunny popularity contest. Karkat is out there right now in the most secretive of hideplaces, and you're just sitting here and getting a motherfucking smile on for the cameras!

"Well I'm sorry I'm not Karkat!" John shouted. "Maybe I am enjoying being a hero, is that what's wrong here? My job is the most important one given by the wwizard to anybody! I give the people of Oz a breath of fresh air. While I'm here, they have hope. I help to keep everyone from panicking. As long as I'm around they get to feel a little bit safer from someone I once called my friend! And I'll gladly smile my own teeth out if it will lift a single frown from someone else's face. These people need me."

John wasn't able to stop himself in time. He braced for the rant to set Gamzee off again. But John's own fury soon faded. He had expected Gamzee to get angrier after all that. Instead, the troll just looked sad. His eyes were downcast and lost, with a frown dragging down his gray-painted smile.

"Gamzee…" John said. "I know that you miss Karkat. I miss him too. A lot."

Gamzee frowned even more and shifted ever-so-slightly away.

"But we have our own lives to live," John continued. "And we're doing everything that we can. You're doing your best with your job and so am I. Gamzee," he sighed. "I'm starting to think that…if Karkat doesn't want us to find him, then we're not going to. We'll keep trying but…"

He shrugged. "Well, you remember what he's like about things."

A gloomy pause stretched on before Gamzee nodded. "Honk," he said and came over to meet John. He leaned down to give the human a kiss. "Whatever you say, bro."

Gamzee started to walk away, in the opposite direction of the platform. "Uh, wait!" John called. "What about the um, the wedding announcement?"

The troll stared back. "…Whatever you want, bro," he said at last before continuing on.

John: Back to your job. ===+

'JOHN!' The Empress's voice zapped through his head.

Argh. His time was up. He'd have to talk more with Gamzee later. John turned and rushed back to the stairs, pausing to reassemble his upbeat expression before emerging back into sight.

"Hello," he said sweetly. The spotlights were bright enough to make him squint. Underneath their beams his breath-themed outfit from the wwizard blazed blue as an autumn sky. "Gamzee was just telling me he needed to report back to the wwizard," John explained. "You know, about the many interesting ideas we heard today. Honestly, he's so dedicated…"

John stepped forward towards the microphone and into full view of the masses again. Deep in his heart he felt the automated machine-o-bullshit start to whir to life, bringing empty words to his tongue and a distance to his thoughts. "That's why…"

I couldn't be happier,

True, I couldn't be happier,

Though it is, I will say

In some tiny way,

Unlike what I expected…

John faltered in his speech. His blue eyes looked down from the crowd and lost some of their sparkle. Over to the side, Feferi shifted her grip on her trident. She stared at the back of his neck.

But I couldn't be happier!

Simply couldn't be happier,

John managed a smile and lifted his arms out to the people of Oz. He felt the icy doubt melt away under the warmth of the responding lights and cheers. It receded and collected somewhere as meltwater in the back of his head.

"Well, not 'simply'" Then his arms fell to his sides again.

Because getting your wish,

To come true like this,

Is rather complex-icated,

His eyes grew cloudy, trapping the light they once held like a firefly caught in amber. The people hushed. The Heir of Breath almost seemed troubled. And his words were laced with something like…sadness. Or perhaps even regret.

There are times you can get con…fused,

There just might be some things you…lose,

His voice hitched on the last word. Then John's voice rose to a shout, as if trying to broadcasting a message across Oz.

There are choices you chose,

You didn't know you'd chosen,

'Till you choose,

The people bustled in surprise at what admirable passion their Heir held.

"And if that joy," John continued. "That…thrill," he forced out. A shadow drifted across his face again.

Doesn't make your heart feel fulfilled,

He stopped to collect himself. The people all held their breath. But in a moment John was back, with that old familiar smile, practiced to perfection. "Still…"

With this cheerful wherewithal,

This love, and all of you,

Whooooo wouldn't be happier?

So,

I couldn't be happier,

Because happy is what happens,

When all your dreams come true,

He spoke as if it were a math formula—this plus that equal perfect happiness. As if it was only that simple. He must be full of joy right now, as a result of his situation. There was no other choice.

As the people roared their approval, John let his grin slip for a second. He whispered to himself, "Well, isn't it?"

He had to be happy for them. They expected it. Needed it.

So he gestured out to them with even more vigor than before and tried his best to bring them joy.

'Happy' is what happens,

When your dreams,

Come true,

Thank Goodness!

"We love you John, if you'd please let us say," the crowd resounded."For all this joy we know who to thank today: Thank Goodness!"

"Because the wizard,"

"And our Heir!"

"And Gamzee too," added John. There were a few shrieks of excitement and longing from below.

They couldn't be Goodlier,

He couldn't be better-er

We couldn't be luckier,

"I couldn't be happier," John lied through his teeth before them.

Thank Goodness,

Today!

Thank Goodness for today!