Pessimism is a bone-dry glass.
Gradually, the glass rises with water.
Soon the floor is soaked with water,
and Pessimism screams as he thrashes while drowning.

Anarchy walks over.
He eyes the glass, and twirls his handlebar mustache.
“Tee hee,” he sniggers.

Anarchy sneaks over Optimism and gives a light push.
BAM! Optimism shatters to the ground, and Pessimism cheers.

“I’m free,” shouts Pessimism.
“Lets cause chaos,” screams Anarchy.

Anarchy and Pessimism shake up bottles of spray paint.
They cause such a ruckus, that the cops are alerted.

“Freeze,” shout the cops, “put your hands in the air.”

“Screw the law,” shout Anarchy and Pessimism,
as they flip off the cops and moon them.
The cops corner Anarchy and Pessimism, and pumps them with lead.
Anarchy and Pessimism, bleeding from their injuries, collapse to the ground, groaning in pain.

Optimism is on the ground, struggling to breathe.
“Come on Optimism,” the cops assure him, “deep breaths.”

Optimism stands up and gathers his friends.
His friends work together, as the rubble is thrown away.