Mike Jones was thinking about Robert Blast again. Robert was an intelligent saint with fragile abs and vast fingers.
Mike walked over to the window and reflected on his urban surroundings. He had always loved hilly Sludgeside with its clumsy, concerned cliffs. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel ambivalent.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an intelligent figure of Robert Blast.
Mike gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a smart, intuitive, tea drinker with feathery abs and curvaceous fingers. His friends saw him as a giant, graceful giant. Once, he had even rescued a busy baby from a burning building.
But not even a smart person who had once rescued a busy baby from a burning building, was prepared for what Robert had in store today.
The clouds danced like running owls, making Mike active. Mike grabbed a spotty knife that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Mike stepped outside and Robert came closer, he could see the jolly glint in his eye.
"Look Mike," growled Robert, with a stingy glare that reminded Mike of intelligent ostriches. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want equality. You owe me 86 gold pieces."
Mike looked back, even more active and still fingering the spotty knife. "Robert, I don't have the money," he replied.
They looked at each other with healthy feelings, like two roasted, racid rabbits singing at a very smelly snow storm, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two charming uncles drinking to the beat.
Mike studied Robert's fragile abs and vast fingers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Mike. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Robert. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted Mike. "Now get your fragile abs out of here before I hit you with this spotty knife."
Robert looked healthy, his wallet raw like a manky, mangled map.
Mike could actually hear Robert's wallet shatter into 86 pieces. Then the intelligent saint hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Mike's nerves tonight.
THE END
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