I am ice cream man…
Climbing into the driver seat, Beyond began speeding in the ice cream truck, that obnoxious music having been replaced with something more suitable.
Running over fat kids with my van…
It was the little fat kids that seemed to be unable to get out of the way in time, their blood spattered onto the windshield, staining it crimson along with the grill.
Three thousand pounds of steel…
Their brittle bones snapped like twigs beneath the tires, despite all the fleshy padding they had.
If I miss them first…
It seemed like one of the little peons managed to evade the wheels of the truck, but only by a small margin, and they seemed to be going directly behind the vehicle.
For sure I'll get them in reverse…
Switching gears, Beyond sped backwards, laughing at the satisfying crunch of the young boys spine beneath the trucks wheels.
Fifty is my high score…
Driving through the miscellaneous park, Beyond managed to knock out a solid crowd of at least twenty five kids, sadly they weren't all fat, but he let that small fact slide, since all of the small peons deserved to die in his eyes.
But I'm trying to get some more…
After hitting up the par, Beyond found some kids playing in the sprinkler on a front lawn, and proceeded to chase them with the van. Several of them were stupidly running straight in front of the van, so Beyond just slowly edged the gas pedal down, enjoying the panic that spread across the small children's faces.
I am ice cream man…
Stopping briefly to grab some strawberry ice cream out the freezer, Beyond continued on, still attracting kids to the van.
Running over fat kids with my van…
Beyond laughed sadistically as another crowd of children approached, and he began driving on the sidewalk.
When they see my grill, up their spine runs a chill…
Several of them stood there, staring stupidly, but one of them managed to avoid getting crushed by the wheels of the massive van.
Glancing in the rear view mirror as police light flashed, and sirens blared, Beyond slammed on the gas, running over several more children in the process, there was no way in hell he was going back to the institution. Pulling out his jam, he began driving with one hand, eating with the other, despite not being in the proper position to increase brain activity.
He made a sharp turn as more cop cars came speeding towards, him, cutting through a backyard and almost driving into a swimming pool.
Driving around the entirety of the suburb, Beyond made an attempt to 'jump' onto a highway, only to have the tires popped by a spike chain. The van came to a stop, and Beyond was throw out, and handcuffed while being given his rights.
After being thrown into the back of the police car he began singing, through uncontrollable laughter, "I am ice cream man, running over fat kids with my van…"
Yeah, don't ask, my friends and I just caught on to saying 'I am ice cream man, running over fat kids with my van', and then my other friend said 'I can see beyond doing that'. *Has no life*
I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE OR THE 'ICE CREAM MAN PARODY'.