What she says: "I'm fine."
Added 2018-03-27 18:05:34 +0000 UTCWhat she's thinking: "Wherein lies the consciousness of the Kool-Aid Guy? Is he the pitcher, or the kool-aid within? Is he the pitcher, but the kool-aid inside the pitcher is his blood/life-force?
He never pours drinks out of his own body, but instead brings another, smaller pitcher of kool-aid along with him. If indeed kool-aid is his blood, then wouldn't it stand to reason that he is actually serving up the harvested blood of his own kinsmen? Is that why we've only ever seen one Kool-Aid Guy? Is he a part of a race of people, endangered and living in fear because of a single outlying butcher, reaping the life-blood from others of his kind only to serve it to human children?
Why does he serve it to children? Is it a sacrifice? Are they some kind of god to him, or a collective? A hive-mind of feared powers that must be appeased by the blood of his own?
Or is this for his own sick amusement, freely given to stimulate his own sense of vindication against a hierarchy that looked down on him, cast him out, maybe abused him?
WHO IS THIS MANIAC?!"
