It was a Tuesday morning when the Color Company first produced a new color. They filed for the patent, licensed it everywhere, and soon the whole planet was in a craze for the color reza. The artists were alive with the allure of fresh hue, and enraged by the patent. When the Color Company started harvesting the red from roses and lacing it with the elegance of time, they birthed rousing shades of mercurial menaca. When God arrived at the home office with a cease and desist engraved in the blood of His enemies on a stone of gold and cold, the CEO offered to sing the song of his people. But he was a WASP and his song was One Headlight, which Jesus had played for God the night before, and He was not impressed.