It was a hard decision but I needed to decide

if I murdered blue? Would the sun go dark if I murdered yellow? Would a rose ever smell as sweet again if I chose red? But they would kill Molly if I didn't pick a color. I had two

minutes to decide.I would murder Beige to save Molly’s life.It was such a boring color, nobody would miss it except maybe Martha Stewart. But it turned out beige was hard to murder

so I had to change tactics. I flooded beige's neighborhood with low-priced, highly-addictive stimulants, and distributed weapons among the tans and taupes. The situation

was colorful to say the least. The tans and taupes were seeing red and shooting each other. It caused the Beige Neighborhood watch to sing the blues. They had to stop the violence

and organized the vigilante group "The eight pack", a cruddy crew of nondescript waxy brown stubs. The Colors leader Carmine turned shocking pink when his gal Sienna was found brok

-en in half, tip-first in an electric pencil sharpener. The pansy-periwinkle dust on the desk meant the Colours were to blame. Colours had been killing Colors since Rose Art brewed

up margarita green and bloody mary burgandy. Colours were winning the approval of the over-17 crowd. Everyone was using them and didn't notice the slow deaths of Colors purple,

flourescent orangey, flamingo and pink on men, although that was still flickering. John Carter of Mars set them straight. "Y'all can't even see this color, can you?" he smirked, sm

broads chuckling behind him. Honest as Applejack, he shook his head at the Martian John Carter. "An' y'all can't eat our foods neither," John laughed, "Hey, smell this."