once upon a time there was a man, this man lived a life of hell,he lived a life with micheal jackson going threw the house... his high pitched melodies always drifted threw the mans home as a child, so as he became an adult he decided to bring joy into the homes of little zombie girls by becoming a party clown, he luved to see the smiles on the hlaf wrotten away faces of the little zombie girls, but one day as he was doing a performance he noticed something was wrong, this little girl was not a zombie, she was alive...so the man got out his chainsaw and began to wave it at the little girl she ran away screaming so he chased her threw the house and then when she was cornered into the back of the wall he attacked and killed the little girl and he buried her corpse in the yard.

moral of this story micheal jackson is not good for children