That would be funny, we all get together and form a big cirle holding hands. Sing cult songs like zippedeedoodaaa. When the parents come out, we spit in there face and fire up doobies and continue ranting these insane songs. Yipppeeeeee, hheheheheh. What a riot, we kick the livin hell out of Newton and then pick up one of those blue chairs and slam it over his face. I smoke more weed, mellow out and realize this is only a figment of my imagination, a dream, one forgotten.