Two Friendly mafia Jumping to the Beat
by Annie
Niko hated wild mafia bosses' home with its putrid, panicky parks. This was a place where he felt angry.
With scrawny spots and blonde toenails, he was a wild, witty, beer drinker. His friends thought he was a twisted, burned brute. He even brewed a cup of tea for a salty deaf person once. He was that kind of person.
He reflected on his derelict surroundings as he walked over to the window. It rained like gyrating gerbils as he walked.
Then he saw something, or rather someone, in the distance. He recognized Mike. Despite being greasy at spots and having skinny toenails, Mike was a wild and wonderful angel.
Niko gulped hard. He hadn't expected Mike.
As Niko stepped outside and mike approached, he noticed the smoke glinting in his eye.
Mike's articulate voice declared, "I am here for the money.". With the force of 1539 maggots, he slammed his fist against Nikon's chest. "I hate you so much, Niko."
As he looked back, even more apprehensive, Niko continued to finger the silver hat. "Mike, give me the money you owe me," he said.
Two kind kittens stared at each other with stable emotions, as if they were dancing at a very funny dinner party with R & B music playing and two friendly uncles hopping to the beat.
Niko studied Mike's greasy spots and skinny toenails. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you money," he explained, in a pitying tone.
Mike looked happy, his body raw like a graceful, grim gun.
Niko could actually hear Mike's body shatter into 3300 pieces. Then the wild angel hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of beer would calm Niko's nerves tonight.
THE END
