Whelp, time for me to return to the Theater/Roleplay Section from which I came, so long suckers! *Runs away laughing manically.*
A is for antidisestablishmentarianism, that's good enough for me~ B is for bath salts, they make you a zombie~ C is for Canada, they love their hockey~ D is for dinosaur, they're always hungry~ E is for epilepsy, weird colours you will see~ F is for farmer, busy as a bee~ G is for gravel, don't let it scrape your knee~ H is for helicopter, hop in and shout "wee!"~ I is for insect, something that ends in 'ee'~ .....
“Look how happy they all are when I point my happy gun at them! They dance around and yell, having the time of their life! Oh, how i love making people happy! It’s been six years now since they let me out of that scary place. I lived there all my life until the nice doctor and general let me out. They said i could help people. Make them happy and make them stop fighting. The general gave me a happy gun that shoot magical red dust that makes people dance and sing. He put me in my sane suit though, so i couldn’t make myself happy with the dust. He say i have a mission to make everyone wearing the other color happy. I love it so much i can’t help laughing with them! They are so tired from the dancing that they fall over and go to sleep. I wish I could do that. Because of the sane mask, i can’t ask them to wake up or talk to the other happy soldiers on my team. They look at me like am crazy or something when I talk to them. Maybe they aren’t as happy as i thought. When all the other color is happy, I’ll have to make my friends happy as well.”