Emerald Al ghul looked at the silver record in her hands and felt ecstatic. She walked over to the window and reflected on her crowded surroundings. She had always loved wild Athens with its open, orange oceans. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel ecstatic. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Barry Vader.
Barry was a delightful queen with skinny eyes and curvy arms. Emerald gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an adorable, patient, tea drinker with charming eyes and ginger arms. Her friends saw her as an annoyed, afraid angel. Once, she had even helped a homely kitten recover from a flying accident.
But not even an adorable person who had once helped a homely kitten recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Barry had in store today. The drizzle rained like rampaging foxes, making Emerald relaxed. As Emerald stepped outside and Barry came closer, she could see the soft smile on his face. "I am here because I want affection," Barry bellowed, in a hopeful tone. He slammed his fist against Emerald's chest, with the force of 2835 kittens.
"I frigging love you, Emerald Al ghul." Emerald looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the silver record. "Barry, get out of my house," she replied. They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two tan, thankful tortoises sleeping at a very peculiar dinner party, which had pop music playing in the background and two clumsy uncles dancing to the beat. Emerald studied Barry's skinny eyes and curvy arms. Eventually, she took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, but I can't give you affection," she explained, in pitying tones. Barry looked stressed, his body raw like a cruel, courageous converse. Emerald could actually hear Barry's body shatter into 3527 pieces. Then the delightful queen hurried away into the distance. Not even a cup of tea would calm Emerald's nerves tonight.
THE END
