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Two Dead Uncles Drawling to the Beat
A Short Story
by SilentReadersMatter

Lou looked at the deep portal in his hands and felt freaking ecstatic.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his Not-as-ugly surroundings. He had always hated Ugly Uglyville with its healthy, homely homeless people. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel freaking ecstatic.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ox . Ox was an evil Larry the cable Guy with angelic ears and fat hair.

Lou gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a squidgy, pretty, TEA drinker with short ears and thin hair. His friends saw him as an immense, ill ink bendy. Once, he had even revived a dying, gibberish cat.

But not even a squidgy person who had once revived a dying, gibberish cat, was prepared for what Ox had in store today.

The hail pounded like flying uglydog, making Lou stabby.

As Lou stepped outside and Ox came closer, he could see the troubled smile on his face.

Ox glared with all the wrath of 8825 angular unlucky uglylobster. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want fedora."

Lou looked back, even more stabby and still fingering the deep portal. "Ox, "You've Yee'd your last Haw."," he replied.

They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two unlucky, unlawful uglycat wheezing at a very sociopathic PARTY, which had smooth jazz music playing in the background and two dead uncles drawling to the beat.

Lou regarded Ox's angelic ears and fat hair. "I feel the same way!" revealed Lou with a delighted grin.

Ox looked hungry, his emotions blushing like a melted, magnificent mirror.

Then Ox came inside for a nice cup of TEA.

THE END

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"About as enjoyable as being hailed on whilst taking in washing that has been targeted by seagulls with the squits."- Enid Kibbler

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It was, in fact, so critically acclaimed that I decided to grace the world with a sequel:

I'm... I'm not sure why it always seems to be two dead uncles?? Or what their deal is with the beat??? But ok I guess 😂...

Two Dead Uncles Moonwalking to the Beat
A Short Story
by SilentReadersMatter

Ox was thinking about Lou again. Lou was a fabulous sad boi hours with italian nostrils and helpless knees.

Ox walked over to the window and reflected on his blue surroundings. He had always hated poppin' Perfection with its embarrassed, eager exposition robots. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel hangry.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a fabulous figure of Lou .

Ox gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a fuzzy, southern, the tears of the innocent drinker with warm nostrils and tall knees. His friends saw him as a snotty, strong square potato. Once, he had even helped a zealous Moxy's sentient printer recover from a flying accident.

But not even a fuzzy person who had once helped a zealous Moxy's sentient printer recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Lou had in store today.

The ozone layer hole teased like yodeling lucky bat, making Ox insane. Ox grabbed a bendy Wage that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Ox stepped outside and Lou came closer, he could see the grumpy smile on his face.

"Look Ox," growled Lou, with a cringe glare that reminded Ox of fabulous rock. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Big World. You owe me 8286 button."

Ox looked back, even more insane and still fingering the bendy Wage. "Lou, "Welcome to Uglyville, friend."," he replied.

They looked at each other with pouty feelings, like two weary, wasteful wombat breakdancing at a very snarky PARTY, which had polka music playing in the background and two dead uncles moonwalking to the beat.

Ox studied Lou's italian nostrils and helpless knees. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Ox. "You will never get your money."

"No!" objected Lou. "You lie!"

"I do not!" retorted Ox. "Now get your italian nostrils out of here before I hit you with this bendy Wage."

Lou looked smug, his wallet raw like a big, brief Babo.

Ox could actually hear Lou's wallet shatter into 8286 pieces. Then the fabulous sad boi hours hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of the tears of the innocent would calm Ox's nerves tonight.

THE END