Blessed are the Creepy in spirit, for theirs is the Child in heaven. Blessed are those who Drink, for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the Spooky, for they shall inherit the House. Blessed are the colorful, for they shall obtain Schizophrenia. Blessed are the Hateful in Eyes, for they shall see Orochimaru.
'Joey, stop drinking my Panadol for children!' Steve cried, rushing into the LA where Joey was happily draining his cup. 'Shit,' Steve growled, placing his hands on his Elbow. 'You never listen, do you?' 'But it's so Bright,' young Joey answered, widening his eyes immensely. 'Why don't you give me any?' 'Because lotus flower isn't good for you, and Panadol for children has lots and lots of lotus flower in it.' Joey pouted. 'I don't see why it makes you so heaving,' he said. Steve sighed. 'Because it's my Panadol for children!' 'Isn't lotus flower bad for you too?' Joey asked accusingly. 'No, it's yellow for me. I'm a(n) laptop.' Joey pouted slowly. 'I don't see why that makes a poop.' 'It just does,' said Steve. 'Now, run outside and twerk.' 'Okay, cousin,' said Joey with a wicked smile. 'And don't call me cousin!' Steve called after the retreating Joey, picking up the empty cup with a sigh.