Pajama project

The pajama fled through the heavily forested area knowing it's life depended on it. At every step it felt it's sleeves rip and tear only becoming a shadow of what it once was as it heard the steps of the suits coming after it with there flamethrowers. Once there had been peace the pajama remembered and in what were his last moments he thought of his lover he had lost in the war.

It happened three years ago. It was a time of general peace and Thulien was living high. He may have only been a pajama, whom were generally the lowly class, but now he was as big as a tuxedo! He had a mansion many stories high with a large peice of land, a driveway a mile long and a white picket fence. He was living the pajama man dream but to top it all of he had the best dress in the world. She was pretty, smart and witty and the name of this particular pink dress was Rosalinda or Rosa for short.
"Honey, it's dinner time!" called Rosa up the stairs as Thulien quickly came down. it was bout a week before the war and the warning signs were present, hate crimes, bombings, and even a river runing red in red fabric. But they were safe from the guerrila groups up in there mansion. There was time for them to enjoy life.
"Servant, get the wine" said Thulien to one of his servants, an ugly pajama. No one decent went out that ugly. And so as they sat they did not know that the death bell was beginning to knell.
"How was your day" said Rosa as she touched his nose with her gentle sleeve, how he loved when she did that.
"It was well" but it wouldn't be for long as a Guerilla burst in with a flame thrower and let the house a flame but before he could reach Rosa a column fell on her and he tried to reache her but a strong sleeve grabbed him and pulled him out of the house, her final scream still in his ears.
"Thulien listen to me. In three years you will die, if you wish to avoid this fate say 'yes' just before you are blasted. If you do you'll see your wife again. I promise". Thulien turned and saw it was the Guerilla but suddenly the Guerilla dissapeared in thin air with on a rush of air. By this time there was no way else in and so he he was on the run for three long years. And he was about to die.
"YES!!!!!!!!!!!" he cried to heavens as a light descended and entered him he thought no more.
Epilogue:
When Thulien said yes it started a massive battle between good and evil, with evil occupying Thulien and the goods force having been the Guerilla from three years ago. In the battle Thulien was destroyed and the collateral was massive, several years later they are still trying to rebuild.

Rap:
We have pjs
I know your a fool
Who leaves the house
In those ugly things.

Are you and your friends
That horribly dressed
That you have to be a poser
In your yellow pjs?

I have no bussiness with you
Sorry to break your heart
But I can't be seen with you
Not only are you ugly,
But you have to pretend to be cool.

Just leave.

Don't walk 'round here
So undressed
Some of us here
Have something called standards.

This may not be the best rap
But it got purpose
We must get rid of pjs and pj wearin fools
Cuz you don't look cool with you pants on the ground.

Just leave.