Timothy's mother had gained a chokehold on him, and was attempting to explain to him the ethics behind cinema.
"Cinema has MANY ethics!!!" she shouted.
"I don't care!" Timothy shouted back. They leapt around the room, snarling and clawing at each other. Timothy's father was a wombat, and this wombat entered the room.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooooooh," he proclaimed in a quiet, calm voice. He always did this, and each time it did nothing whatsoever to improve the situation at hand. Timothy began feeling more and more as if he were a mollusk, until eventually he was in a state of awareness that made him feel like he was only a mollusk and nothing else. Timothy suddenly took on a very deep, monotone voice in which he accentuated random words. He stared intently off into space.
"Mom," he said, "I FEEL as if I AM a MOLLUSK."
"Well, you know what, Mark? Fuck you."
"Mom, who ARE you talking TO?"
"I'm talking to my friend Mark." Timothy regained his normal voice and level of awareness.
"Your friend Mark isn't even here, Mom!" His mother was now very robotic in the way she spoke and moved. She said everything in a bland, monotone voice.
"You're right, Timothy. I've gone bonkers. Bonkers. Bonkers. Bonkers. Oooooooooh yeah."
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH."
"Naaaaapalm water faucet," said his father in a pseudo-flashy voice. He then stood in the corner and engaged in some wombat antics.
Their house slowly transformed into a giant church, where stern organ music mysteriously played around them and old people in fancy clothes began to filter in from all sides. The odd trio didn't know what else to do, so they occupied all of the pews at once by placing large wooden coins on each of the banisters of the staircases that led every which way around the church. Tulips sprouted from the stained glass windows, and the entire room let out a heavy sigh, like that of a large, old, dying mammoth exhaling its last breath. The breath caused a window pane to become very intensely pane-like, and everyone's eyes were directed towards it, causing large shafts of light to be ejected from the people's faces. Meanwhile, old people kept filtering in until the entire expansive church was filled to the ceiling with a thick mass of nicely-dressed old people, all fumbling to get ahold of a bible. One of the old people fell on top of whatever was creating the organ music, causing blockage, and therefore silence, except for all of the old people, who were now making odd sounds like birds. The church's walls then gave way, causing the pile of old people to collapse on all sides. One by one, each old person turned into a leopard and walked to the gas station to fill up their leopard gas tank. Once their gas tanks were all full, they scoped out the terrain with a lot of force, and this caused every bit of terrain below them to disintegrate into small blocks of hardened dust and dirt. The entire world cried, and the end of all civilization followed.
