I watched the red flow freely from its vessel, staining the white couch. It was horrifying to watch, but I was captivated and could not help but stare. I knew I would get caught. The telltale stains would betray me no doubt. I did not mean to do it; I don't think anyone does. My punishment will be severe, but will not compare to my guilt. I'm sorry for what I did to you, and I don't think I will chance upon another such as sweet.
The silence is snapped as a young girl barges into the house.
"Ooooh, Ed!! I'm telling Mom you spilled punch all over her new sofa!!!" squealed Sara, running away as she laughed maniacally.
"Please, baby sister. Don't tell her for I will be doomed to an eternity of sad and ouchies!" called out older brother Ed on his knees and his arms outstretched.
"Come on you big lug. I told you. You needed to scram before you get caught. But 'noooo!' Psycho boy over here says 'we need to let him express his cement'!" Eddy cried exasperated.
"First, it's psychiatrist, not psycho and it's sentiment, not 'cement'. What happened was obviously a traumatic experience for Ed. We don't want something like that to haunt him for the rest of his life!" Double-D lectured.
Ed broke his stare-blankly-into-space face after hearing the words 'haunt him for the rest of his life'. "Oh, oh. Like in Zombies From Planet XLCTuRNiPY?!?!?!"