Piece #04: Charcoal
Song of Influence: None
Theme: The Sum of Vector Quantities

Trees every day, trees every way. Single serving fathers are what is justice today.

Single smurfing father. Single smurfing tree. Single smurfing everything is what I now do see.

There is a beast in the refrigerator.

Calamity, calamity, calamity. Wherefore art thou Karate Cop; why are you? I thought I had finished the building when the toads suddenly came in.

They overcame the world.

You see, not only is the interaction on "swords" essential for world peas, but also I have a duck. What? Are you explicating me?

No, no. It is not that simplistically eloquent. There is another aspect to be considered: Hook on DVD. Yes, sad but true. I hate to reiterate everything, but that is the way of the world.

Sing it, baby. I couldn't ask for another. No I couldn't ask for another. He's not vicious, or malicious, just lovely, and delicious.

Fishman. Fishman. Fishman. Fishman. Fishman. Fishman. Fishman. Fishman. Fishman. Fishman... fishman.

Fishaman, to be exact. Where were you that fateful day, 10,000 milliseconds ago? The past ceases to amuse Count Peanut; rather, an explicit interview containing deleted footage of buckets must be remembered.

You know the beat is strong; you know the beat is strong but the night is long (alalalalalalalalaley).

Shitting bricks all day long. Wish I could be exact for once. Do you remember the movie Do You Remember? No, it is of no task. I simply must excuse my ecstatic eardrum.

Don't thank me; thank Russell Crowe. At least he managed to build a tank.

And remember, kids: our baskets are not as heavy as you think... or are they?