Two Smelly Uncles Drinking to the Beat

Soobin Choi was thinking about Yeonjun Choi again. Yeonjun was a spiteful god with scrawny feet and curvaceous moles.

Soobin walked over to the window and reflected on his creepy surroundings. He had always hated magical New York with its nasty, naughty nooks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a spiteful figure of Yeonjun Choi.

Soobin gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a violent, friendly, port drinker with blonde feet and sticky moles. His friends saw him as a barbecued, beautiful bear. Once, he had even helped a weary old man recover from a flying accident.

But not even a violent person who had once helped a weary old man recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Yeonjun had in store today.

The hail pounded like bouncing badgers, making Soobin puzzled. Soobin grabbed a solid hawk that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Soobin stepped outside and Yeonjun came closer, he could see the mute glint in his eye.

Yeonjun gazed with the affection of 273 creepy glorious gerbils. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want some more Facebook friends."

Soobin looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the solid hawk. "Yeonjun, what's up Doc," he replied.

They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two abundant, angry aardvarks eating at a very hilarious wake, which had piano music playing in the background and two smelly uncles drinking to the beat.

Soobin regarded Yeonjun's scrawny feet and curvaceous moles. "I feel the same way!" revealed Soobin with a delighted grin.

Yeonjun looked shocked, his emotions blushing like a breakable, bitter banana.

Then Yeonjun came inside for a nice glass of port.

THE END