"I can tell that you've never been true... to me."
"I can smell that you're acting so... fearfully."
"I can hear, what you're hoping I want to hear."
"I can feel the alarm bells-are ringing in me."
"I can touch, but I know you don't feel a thing."
"I can pray, but I know you commit... a sin."
"I can sense now, it's all become clear to see."
"You're no good and you mean no good, treacherously."
Everyone on the planet can feel it.
Each word of every sentence, with a pause or delay, come together to make something that strikes the soul.
Makes the body have goosebumps.
Causes one to question what they see... is what they really see.
All the while this is happening a small penguin is looking proud up to the sky.
He doesn't how he is getting this knowledge and where it comes from, but he feels satisfied with having it. So long as it can help him gain that feeling of strength, he won't question it.
This time around the song choice that he could have chosen was extensive. He had thousands of songs waiting in his mind to play.
But for some reason...
This one fit the situation best.
I don't know why, but he chooses it in the end.
As long as it feels good.
Then use it.
"This... must be a joke..."
The centipede turned his head to look at the young man going through an emotional crisis from disbelief.
"This isn't real, none of this is real!" the young man raised his tone and became more and more deranged.
He wasn't the only one, plenty of men and woman of all ages were going through various emotional instabilities similar to his own.
Just then, hundreds of thousands of rays of light streamed across the skies. Various colors of black, red, purple, blue, green, white, pink, and all kinds more raced across the sky to the farting fat manager.
Each and every single one of them emitting a kind of pressure so powerful that even though they are far away, the pressure could be felt from here.
Just when the duck was about to fly away from the trouble coming.
He stopped.
"I wish this all never happened."
And for good reason too.