adula mula looked at the your mom ruler in her hands and felt sparkly.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. She had always loved damp kate Bush's basement with its cooperative, combative cliffs. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sparkly.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Stanley Torrance. Stanley was a selfish deity with vast legs and grubby ankles.
adula gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a brutal, peculiar, brandy drinker with wobbly legs and pointy ankles. Her friends saw her as a melodic, mighty muppet. Once, she had even rescued a boiling kitten from a burning building.
But not even a brutal person who had once rescued a boiling kitten from a burning building, was prepared for what Stanley had in store today.
The moon shone like running frogs, making adula anxious.
As adula stepped outside and Stanley came closer, she could see the harsh smile on her face.
"I am here because I want closure of the death of her father, boobie," Stanley bellowed, in a predatory tone. She slammed her fist against adula's chest, with the force of 6121 monkeys. "I frigging hate you, adula mula."
adula looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the your mom ruler. "Stanley, i am your father," she replied.
They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two troubled, thirsty toads jogging at a very down to earth snow storm, which had jazz music playing in the background and two incredible uncles gyrating to the beat.
Suddenly, Stanley lunged forward and tried to punch adula in the face. Quickly, adula grabbed the your mom ruler and brought it down on Stanley's skull.
Stanley's vast legs trembled and her grubby ankles wobbled. She looked sneezy, her body raw like a bumpy, bulbous banana.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Stanley Torrance was dead.
adula mula went back inside and made herself a nice glass of brandy.
