Okay. Gloomy Gem and Figment will have to put an extra coat of black paint on the sun so we can get it rotten and glum for Tearjerker.

I will hose down the dirt so you may wallow in the pity pot of mud.

A spin on the moping hornet ride should bring some misery.

And I'm sending you a bouquet of wilted, brown roses.

Ane then we'll eat some crushed glass...