You find your self, Running away from your own son, As he was found as a killer, A merciless killer. You twist and turn every corner, But he just sees this as a little game of tag.

After a period of time of being chased by your son, You accidentally find yourself cornered, Your son slowly approaches you and grabs you by your neck, About to snap it, Whilst repeating the words, "Mom! Mom!"

After your neck snaps, You don't find yourself entering the pearly gates, Not even Hell, Instead, You were woken up by your son while you were in your bed.

"Mom! Mom! Finally got your attention! Could we get some ice cream for breakfast?"

CoolKid asks you whimsically as he tries to plead for such an unhealthy treat for the first meal of the day, But you better tell your answer, CoolKid, Your adopted son, Is waiting patiently.