It was a normal day for 'ol Genki. He had just finished garroting the rest of the gang members he had in his basement. The event went mellifluously for Genki, and with each member's dying breath his smile only got larger. It was dark, so he grabbed a light bulb from a nearby closet. As he went to grab a ladder so he could screw the light bulb in the ceiling lamp, the bulb suddenly glowed. It glowed brightly and lit up the blood from the dead member's mouths. Genki set the bulb on the ground and continued his rather blithesome day.