Matilda: I want that glossy tint
Mum: No, dear
Matilda: All my friends have a glossy tint to them. I want to look like a fancy and glossy eye too
Mum: Well, do you want a green contract instead?
Matilda: Hmm...I'll think about it
(Eyes can have mums. Everyone's got a mum. No logic is acquired when it comes to mums. They're magic.)
Next Day
Matilda: Green contract
Mum: I thought that you wanted that glossy look? Don't all your friends have it?
Matilda: Well, I want a green contract now. I want to be the same colour as you, Mum
Mum: That's so sweet of you darling.
Next Day
Portman: I like Richard Martin's eye. Green is such a lovely colour.
Matilda: What is the strange man talking about, Mum?
Mum: You were loved.
Matilda: Mum?!
Portman continues to take out Richard Martin's eye, aka Matilda the Eye
Mum: You will be missed...*sniffes*
A Minute Later
Mum: Now, where should I plan the burial ground? Who do I invite? Oh, dear, this is quite a mess. If only that stupid child hadn't gone and got a green contract!
(Moral of Play: Mums are magic. Don't mess with them, you will die.)
(2nd Moral of Play: If you are doing something and your mum approves and encourages you, later on if it goes downhill, you will be blamed)
(3rd Moral of Play aka Least Important: Those who try and stand out will be extinguished, like an acre of water poured onto the less than an inch tall and wide fire)
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