My ocular globes have never witnessed visual information of such a horrific fashion in my whole life cicle. Rapey the grape pointed his ocular globes at unlucky nicholas and said to ceiling nick, in an otherworldy and sinister fashion: Hey celing nick, lets rape nicholas cage. But ceiling nick refused in a barbaric and slightly obsolete fashion: No, lets call him names. And then they started to call him by untruthful names of a sinister fashion: Moore! James! Patrick!. They spent an ammount of time equivalent to five full moons of text to call him the horrifyingly nonsensical names. Then,out of the white in the size of a metal capsule, good PATRIXXX saved me and unlucky and slightly burnt in the lower areas of his legs nicholas. We were saved. The end.