A boy with the head of a white cat walked on the snow-covered ground amidst a great blizzard; he was unprotected. The cat-boy didn't feel happy, he felt glad; he had sunshine in his bag, and his future was slipping away.
He walked through the blizzard singing this song:
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless
But not for long
The future is comin' on
My future is comin' on
Is comin' on, my future
He sang this song without caring about the cold. His teeth were yellow from not brushing them for a few days. The cat-boy had a great future; it was a pity he let it leak, let it go.
His future leaked in a voracious, fierce, monstrous way. He didn't know why it was leaking.
He looked back and saw how far his future was drifting away; it was terrifying.
"Why is my future going away? My future... is going away, going away, it's gone, going away, my future... It's going away, going away, going away, my future... It's going away, going away, going away..."
The cat-boy arrived at a place full of pillars, and near these pillars, several dark blue Gorillas were dancing the steps of Thriller. The cat-boy was marveled by the scene; it was something very fun for him.
The dance moves were precisely identical to Michael Jackson's, and this surprised the cat-boy; it was too perfect to be true.
Amidst this, he remembered what he was there to do. From his backpack—the same one where the sunshine was kept—he took a radio and placed it on the ground.
He turned on the radio, and everything around him began to be electrified. Bolts of electricity shot out of the radio as it trembled; someone was about to emerge from that radio. This was a great evil spirit, more precisely, the evil spirit of a famous rapper.
The spirit emerged from the radio; it was an extremely long exit, with no end in sight. And then, the spirit finally came out.
The cat-boy extended his hand to the spirit, and he shook it.