The world beat like a heart.

"There's always time for a song," he announced, looking over his victims for the first time. They were clearly shocked. Yet somehow, not surprised enough.

"...what, who is that?" the tallest one muttered anxiously.

There's a dance move called the golly gee where you rest one hand on your hip, and swing the other back and forth whilst bent at the elbow. It was Tony's favorite move.

"Time is a tool you can put on the wall or wear it on your 'rizd.' The past is far behind us, the future doesn't exist..."

Tony didn't much care that what he said was a little off from the truth about time, he was having fun already. There was some sort of innate, childish fun in singing a silly song like this. But the best was yet to come, he thought as he scrubbed the back of the child so hard that it bled and dirtied the water brown.

The world soon turned from the inside of a house to space. Just straight up space. It fit his beautiful, MAGNIFICENT operatic singing, as he continued his inane and bouncing rhymes.

"But we don't really want to. We're going to miss our show."

"Don't be STUPID friends! Come on, it's Time to go!"

He thought that the top hat fit him quite well. Perhaps he should wear it more often. Frankly though, he wanted to rush this part of the song, the Victorian times were not his favorite.

Now the outdoors were very pretty, even if everything looked slightly fake. Tony turned around and nearly had half a heart attack at the sight of the shortest one breaking a tree in half and lifting it over himself. He swiftly moved the song along, making sure to melt the middle child's apple in front of him, followed soon by karate chopping his card castle. He remembered Roy specifically telling him to be as rude as possible to that child.

Speaking of which, he turned around once again to see Roy spawning out of nowhere, holding hands with the smallest one. When he'd read that part of the script, it mentioned nothing about... ah well whatever.

"And then what happened after the olden days?"

Space again! Fun fun fun, terribly enjoyable! Tony almost remembered what it was like to not be an ancient eldritch abomination. But there was no Time for that, he had to pick up the pace of the song! OH MY, that's an odd machine! Roy will you please stop interrupting? Thank you, I'm trying to get to the best part as fast as possible.

He sat back for a little bit as the three children said their part of the song, although it occurred to Tony how odd it was that they... knew what to say... No, it was too strange of lyrics, surely they're just improvising. Yes, they're all just wonderfully good at improv music.

"Now you can see the importance of Time, it helps us make pizzer and keeps things in line."

"But when did it start?" "And when will it stop?"

"Time is important and I am a clock."

"If we run out of time, then where does it go?"

"Is time even real; does anyone know?"

"Maybe time's just a construct of human perception. An illusion created by-"

Excuse me?! What the fuck?! Tony thought to himself calmly, as he screamed into their ears repeatedly. How dare they even INSINUATE such a ghastly idea! It took all his being to not tear the place asunder! But no no no we've got to move on to the-

"Sunrise, sunset, night and day. The changing seasons, the smell of hay. Look at your hair grow, isn't it strange? How time makes your appearance change."

Oh yes, this was it. Tony slowly twisted his hands around as he held them folded behind his back. He slowly stepped between the trio and watched them slowly rot away. The tallest one's hair was curling and melting into a sickly grey. The shortest one's face seemed to melt in to an amorphous blob, as the middle one's skin peeled of his hands and eyes popped out of his sockets. Tony calmly and coldly smiled at them, making sure to take in each minute detail. They started toppling off their chairs and lolling over dead on the hardwood floor.

Tony's smile faltered slightly. "It's out of my hands, I'm only a clock. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine. But eventually everyone runs out of time-"

Tony's head suddenly felt as if it was filled with thousands of bees. Like static had replaced every slab of brain matter. Then he was alone in a different room.