It was early then. The sun was also rising, he felt attuned to it. He started with his hands painting them blue. The cool liquid spreading easily across his skin. It didn't matter he thought if he got it on his hands he was gunna paint his whole body like this. He had to get it every where. He stared at himself in the mirror, he was angry, he thought about all the people out there just doing nothing with their lives. He wanted to wake them up, shake them up scare em, thats why he was doing this, thats why he had to get there attention.
He watched his face in the mirror first he did his four head his long hair he had to tie back. No wonder the
Blue Man
was bald. He wouldn't make the same mistake as him, why would he film what he did, he wouldn't get caught like that no he had the perfect crime. Just needed a disguise, and this was it. Just an in and out job, they kept the till on the left side, and there's only one guy after 5. This would be great, just like the other
Blue Men
he wasn't gunna wait for the world to give him anything he was going to take it.
