Every day, Colin changes the sheets on the bed.
Some days, he changes them into ghosts. The flaps them around the room, making scary sounds.
Other times, he changes them into sails. He’s sailed all seven of the Seven Seas on his bed that way.
Once, he changed them into Klan robes. He claims that he was going to infiltrate a meeting in order to uncover all the racists and haters in town. But nobody’s buying that cock-and-bull story of his.
Bad, bad Colin.
An angry mob killed Colin.
So, we’re changing the sheets into his burial shroud.
Poor Colin.