to their chagrin and surprise, a rainbow-colored man who said to them,

hello, my name is Roy G. Bimble, and I am the rainbow-colored man of these islands.

Rainbow-colored man, skunkwalture said. Do you go from island to island?

Skunkwelcher said, rainbow-colored man, I don't think you're important to this adventure at all.

I don't think anything you have to say

has anything to do with this.

This is a multi-colored island.

You have a bunch of colors on.

No, no, no.

No, no.

No more from you, rainbow-colored man.

I skunk-wolder-dard-distance

belief that every island had some crazy evolution happening.

But I just prove his whole theory because I look like a damn rainbow.

Skunkwaltrow has said, that's very interesting, rainbow man.

But what is your backstory?

My backstory.

Skunkwelcher puts in his fingers in his ears so he doesn't have to hear the backstory.

But the three Billy Goats gruff of his are so interested that they all pulled up a seat to listen.

All of the seats chair legs break and then they all fall on the ground.

And then they started eating the chairs because they became trash when they stopped working.

As the rainbow colored man begins to speak, a loud, high-frequency buzzing drowns out everything

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