Eating the colors separate
You’re eating Skittles like you’re mad and you can’t even handle the chaos of mixing them up.
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.