Two creepy uncles rampaging to the beat
Mike Parkes gazed at the cursed gun in his hands and appeared concerned.
He stepped over to the window and reflected on his gray surroundings. He had always loved dirty Chicago with its fantastic, flowering fields. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel concerned.
Then he noticed something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Gregory Noris. Gregory was a wild deity with spiky elbows and sticky feet.
Mike gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a stingy, tight-fisted, wine drinker with handsome elbows and dirty feet. His friends regarded him as a cuddly, chubby coward. Once, he had even helped a cute baby flamingo cross the road.
But not even a stingy person who had once helped a cute baby flamingo cross the road, was prepared for what Gregory had in store today.
The moon shone like silky snakes, causing to appear Mike puzzled.
As Mike stepped outside and Gregory came closer, he could see the crowded glint in his eye.
Gregory gazed with the affection of an abandoned puppy. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."
Mike gazed back, even more puzzled and still fingering the cursed gun. "Gregory, I simply don't need you in my life any more," he replied.
They stared at each other with lonely feelings, like two oily, obnoxious owls swimming at an intelligent funeral, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two creepy uncles rampaging to the beat.
Suddenly, Gregory lunged forward and tried to punch Mike in the face. Quickly, Mike grabbed the cursed gun and brought it down on Gregory's skull.
Gregory's spiky elbows trembled and his sticky feet wobbled. He looked worried, his emotions raw like a klutzy, kaleidoscopic knife.
Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Gregory Noris was dead.
Mike Parkes went back inside and poured himself a nice glass of wine.he
