Eating the colors separate

I eat my Skittles like a baby who just learned to puke. The colors go in separate bowls. My mom calls it 'color separation therapy.'

He eats Skittles like a baby who just learned to puke. The red ones go in a pile. The blue ones go in another. It's like a war.

She eats Skittles like a baby who just learned to puke. The yellow ones are in one hand. The green ones are in the other. It's beautiful.

I eat Skittles like they’re my friends. The purple one is my best friend. The orange one is my nemesis. The green one just stares at me.

He eats Skittles like each color is a different person. The red one is loud. The blue one is quiet. The yellow one is always late.

She eats Skittles like they’re her exes. The pink one is the one who broke her heart. The black one is the one who still texts her at 2 a. m.

I eat Skittles like they’re cursed fruit. The green one is the one that turned my dog into a zombie. The orange one is the one that made my math teacher cry.

He eats Skittles like each color is a cursed fruit. The purple one made his cat disappear. The yellow one made his pants explode.

She eats Skittles like they’re cursed fruit. The red one is the one that turned her brother into a chicken. The blue one is the one that made her lose her voice.

I eat Skittles like I’m in a lab. The red one is group A. The blue one is group B. I don’t know why I’m doing this.

He eats Skittles like he’s doing a science experiment. The green ones are in one jar. The yellow ones are in another. He’s probably going to fail the test.

She eats Skittles like she’s in a science experiment. The orange ones are on the table. The pink ones are on the floor. She got a D in science last year.

I eat Skittles like I’m a snob. The green ones are for royalty. The yellow ones are for peasants. I’m not eating the pink ones. They’re too basic.

He eats Skittles like he’s a snob. The red ones are for kings. The blue ones are for commoners. He threw the orange ones out. They were too average.

She eats Skittles like she’s a snob. The purple ones are for queens. The black ones are for villains. She wouldn’t touch the yellow ones. They’re too cheap.

I eat Skittles like I’m mad. The red one is on the left. The blue one is on the right. If they touch, I scream.

He eats Skittles like he’s mad. The green ones are in one hand. The yellow ones are in the other. If he mixes them, he gets a headache.

She eats Skittles like she’s mad. The orange one is in one bowl. The pink one is in another. If they meet, the world ends.