Yolk was not yellow, but blue, and it smelled fermented like wine that rotted under Lemuria and Teletubbyland and Tumba and Norway but everyone picked pockets to survive until the chicken flew through engine oil. Later the sky turned pink like socks smelling as rotten cheese, -which one do we follow?- said the One. -What happened ?- said Ereshkigal. Haha laughed everybody because the PS2 wasn't Wii and PS3 exploded like Furby in explosion of jam. Meanwhile, Johan exploded, his bass disintegrated into tulips that were fluffpink like Eve's socks.
-Are you experienced??- asked the Shaman. Jimi Hendrix is. Imagine all the time