Rascal looked at the sharp sword in his hands and felt greedy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his hot surroundings. He had always hated desolate Utah with its burnt, bewildered barren stretches of land surrounded by goats and Mormoms. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel greedy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Annie . Annie was a lazy assassin with a short arm and and a mean streak.

Rascal gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a deceitful, traiterous, mojito drinker with a scrawny penis and bold legged gimp. His friends saw him as a stinky,snitch. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a drug dealer while wearing a wire

But not even a deceitful person who had once made a cup of tea for a notorious drug dealer while wearing a wire, was prepared for what Annie had in store today.

The story teased like slashing goat, making Rascal murderous.

As Rascal stepped outside and Annie came closer, he could see the wet glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want revenge for eating her cheese," Annie bellowed, in a fairy tone. She slammed her fist against Rascal's chest, with the force of an elephant stomping on attacking lions. "I frigging hate you, Rascal ."

Rascal looked back, even more murderous and still fingering the sharp sword. "Annie, but it was Swiss cheese," he replied.

They looked at each other with sexual tension, like two two horns birds mating at their own funeral.

Rascal regarded Annie's short arm. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Annie.

"Please?" begged Rascal with puppy dog eyes.

Annie looked raging, her body blushing like a little, loud lamp.

Then Annie came inside for a nice drink of mojito. and swallowedRascal's tiny dick like a good friend should.
THE END

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