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❛     EVERYDAY IT'S A GETTIN' CLOSER,     GOIN' FASTER THAN A ROLLERCOASTER,    LOVE LIKE YOURS WILL,    surely come my way!     A-HEY,     A - HEY,    HEY!      

[act      I,     SCENE ONE.]        he was a 
rapacious young child.     WELL,      AFTER THE INCIDENT.    WHEN WE REALIZED THE 
GREEDINESS OF A YOUNG CHILD INFATUATED 
BY THE  SMELL OF THE BLOOD WAS 
NOT NORMAL.   WE TRIED EVERYTHING.   TO FIX IT.    TO FIX HIM..     SPEECH PATHOLOGISTS TO CHILD PSYCHOLOGISTS,    YET-

we open on the scene of a    1990s home,     a slow zoom into a small + yellow       bungalow with muffled screams faint,       there is a boy,    aged eighteen or so,     and there is BLOOD AROUND HIS MOUTH.       (???) 

(          HE WAS STILL BUNNY BOY          )