[And there is a little boy laying on the floor, crayons, CRAYONS everywhere. Even in his messy black hair. From the looks of it he's in the parlor. Papers, crayons and markers spread out where Eddie had left them.]
For heavy metal IIIIIIIIII would diiiieeeeee. [Is half sung before the boy reaches out to grab at the blackberry, shaking it a little
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