Convoy:
    When, I'm happy, Doc?
    When, I'm really Happy...
    When there no pus.
    No more pus!
    Just the bright colors of my life.
    It's so amazing, Doc!
    It's so great!

 [bad word] of Paint!  The paper's done!    
Clot of different colors in the swamp of mud!
Rainbow's wheel dances round my neck!
Life is black when you're white,
Cause you want the holy light.
Fog and fire are in my dream...

Squares can [bad word] the landscapes.
Trees are made by your feelings,
They're black or red as you're in love or sad.
Squares are measures of World!

C: That's so great!
    That's really great!

When you walk on the road which is made of pink bricks. Pink bricks.
They can melt and and you will swim down the river of your dreams.
Life is sweet when you sit on the big cat with blue wings.
He likes songs and collects your own squares to great things!

C: I have paper. I have a sheet of paper.
 And can colour it. I can [bad word] my own world. That's my Freedom. That is what I am created for! That what I desire for! I'm free now. No more pus! No more mommy! I have my squares and Landscapes! I'm happy!

J: He's really happy, doccey!