Too young lad’s were bloodsheding the bluecoat because the marmite was telling them so. After they bloodshed the bluecoat they started arguing about how they like marmite ‘NO’ I like marmite more than you blockhead! Then the other lad shoved the other kid up the drainage pipe and he died. Hooray! I never actually liked that guy anyway heh dork! Bravo! Bravo! Said the marmite staring at the spark in the little blue eye’s of the kid. Your prize is to absorb my marmite/blood only half of it. So he slurped and slurped until half of it was gone. The marmite turned ashy then he
shot down on the ground with a thud.