Tanyarut lovenj looked at the bloody gun in his hands and felt insane.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his disterbing surroundings. He had always loved ugly Indian with its shallow, stale smelly. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel insane.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ronald Macdonald. Ronald was a scary ur gyat with sussy balls and crispy brain.

Tanyarut gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a rude, scary, blood drinker with skinny balls and scary brain. His friends saw him as an unnatural, upset ur mom. Once, he had even helped a tired new born baby recover from a flying accident.

But not even a rude person who had once helped a tired new born baby recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Ronald had in store today.

The smokey teased like rampaging Giant African Millipede, making Tanyarut gyat.

As Tanyarut stepped outside and Ronald came closer, he could see the long glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want revenge," Ronald bellowed, in a cold-blooded tone. He slammed his fist against Tanyarut's chest, with the force of 8531 Vulture. "I frigging hate you, Tanyarut lovenj."

Tanyarut looked back, even more gyat and still fingering the bloody gun. "Ronald, blablablabla," he replied.

They looked at each other with crazy feelings, like two gorgeous, grieving Gharial laughing at a very insane bloody day, which had natural fighting raging scary jazz music music playing in the background and two coward uncles screaming to the beat.

Suddenly, Ronald lunged forward and tried to punch Tanyarut in the face. Quickly, Tanyarut grabbed the bloody gun and brought it down on Ronald's skull.

Ronald's sussy balls trembled and his crispy brain wobbled. He looked depress, his body raw like a knobby, klutzy knife.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Ronald Macdonald was dead.

Tanyarut lovenj went back inside and made himself a nice drink of blood.

THE END

Story Two 

Guady Sparrow looked at the rampaging notebook in his hands and felt happy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his smelly surroundings. He had always loved ugly Bakakakaka with its new, nervous peoples. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of wachaching moestana. wachaching was a warm -blooded vitamin D with buetiful balls and crispy brain.

guady gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cowardly, rampage, blood drinker with skinny balls and smelly brain. His friends saw him as a victorious, vast vitamin c. Once, he had even helped a loose ant cross the road.

But not even a cowardly person who had once helped a loose ant cross the road, was prepared for what wachaching had in store today.

The teased like screaming blob fish, making guady gyat.

As guady stepped outside and wachaching came closer, he could see the gifted glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want help," wachaching bellowed, in a cold-blooded tone. He slammed his fist against guady's chest, with the force of 7337 cold blooded ant. "I frigging love you, guady Sparrow."

Guady looked back, even more gyat and still fingering the rampaging notebook. "wachaching, oh my God they killed chachingin," he replied.

They looked at each other with very happy feelings, like two abundant, agreeable angler fish laughing at a very happy gaundain, which had natural fighting raging scary jazz music hhahahah blablabla hahahahhehehehehehehehehehmusic music playing in the background and two very happy uncles smiling to the beat.

guady regarded Wachaching's buetiful balls and crispy brain. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered wachaching.

"Please?" begged guady with puppy dog eyes.

wachaching looked super happy, his body blushing like a chilly, curvy car.

Then wachaching came inside for a nice drink of blood.

THE END