"I want my purple Kool-Aid!" "No," he said. "I don't wanna" "I think she saw a ghost" "It gave her a sinister smile" "I just want my free refill" "I'm one hell of a butler" [That last one was not original, but I wanted to say it]
Excuse my rhyme as I dissent. I awoke to sounds of lament. Then, shouts -- "We won't pay rent! Grab cans and pack that tent! Hey, you, broadcast this live event!"
Ooh, fun little structure. But if you're going to extend the six-word story, you should do it in six lines. How about "The world must know our intent!"