Lola, Lily and Layla went to an art gallery and looked at a pretty painting.
"That's nice," Lola said nicely, her guts full of sludge and sugar.
"Nothing is nice," Lily replied darkly, her bones full of gravel and dust.
"Koom-walla-oink-oom-zonka-zibble," Layla said, and her insides were bright, dancing chickens.
