Characters:
anopsiatic and you
Location: In your kitchen
Time: Before it runs out
Style: Disco
Status: Poisoned. But open.
[Open the door to a house that you don't remember ever living in, walk through the bedroom that you don't remember ever having slept in, past the couch that you certainly didn't scrawl your name all over (but it's there, anyway, like some kind of a trophy wife) and perhaps you'll make your way to the kitchen. If you still remember where it is. Which you don't.
But somehow, you're in there anyway, and you may be more or less aghast (or disturbed) to find an old man rummaging through your cabinets. An old man who is dripping all over your kitchen floor, who doesn't look like he particularly cares, and who also looks like the sort who's liable to kick your puppy and steal candy from your baby.
He's humming a nursery rhyme. It goes like this.]
There was a crooked man
Who walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence
Against a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat
Which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived t-o-g-e-t-h-e-r
In a crooked little...