The moped hummed quietly on the empty road.

The moped hummed quietly on the empty road. Buildings wizzed passed me. The Briefcase was still on the bak of the vehicle. They were catching up. I sighed and sped towards the wall

before realizing, to my instant regret, that I couldn't pass through solid matter. The moped crumpled to a useless heap. I did the same, barely managing to hold onto the briefcase.

I whispered out my last words : " ssssSsssSSSSSsss what a nice happy meal you got there." and then I

exploded into a million of colourfull Skittles! Hundreds of children came to eat what was left from my body.

I knew I couldn't have long to live. In despair I lashed out with my remaining limb and grabbed the nearest child. "Tell me!" I wept, "Can you taste the rainbow?!?"

The child then said oh yeah man I can taste it.

Then he ripped the packet of Skittles open, grabbed the back of the child's head and rubbed his face in it. "I SAID, CAN YOU TASTE THE FUCKING RAINBOW? SAY IT WITH FUCKING FEELING"

"I can taste it, dad. I CAN FUCKING TASTE IT" "YOU BETTER, wait... dad?" I stopped what I was doing and let the child go. Was I his dad? Was that how his nose was so big?

Of course not. How could I be his dad if I'd never had a penis? But the little shit was adamant. He signed us up for Jerry Springer, Maury, and other esteemed daytime programs.

Next thing I knew I was upside down in Judge Judy's basement, getting whipped nightly with the four other "defendants." The lifetime supply of cocaine was nice though.