smg4 had always loved beautiful 63 world with its cold, chilly Castles. It was a place where he felt relaxed.
He was a creepy, sinister, squash drinker with scrawny eyes and pink fingernails. His friends saw him as a wild, wandering wally. Once, he had even brought a pretty toddler back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.
smg4 walked over to the window and reflected on his funny surroundings. The moon shone like smiling rats.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of smg3 . smg3 was a deranged author with wide eyes and handsome fingernails.
smg4 gulped. He was not prepared for smg3.
As smg4 stepped outside and smg3 came closer, he could see the agreeable smile on his face.
smg3 gazed with the affection of 8194 cold-blooded oily ostriches. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
smg4 looked back, even more sad and still fingering the tiny banana. "smg3, I'm not gay i'm playing," he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two bitter, brief badgers thinking at a very brave wotfi, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two emo uncles sitting to the beat.
smg4 regarded smg3's wide eyes and handsome fingernails. "I feel the same way!" revealed smg4 with a delighted grin.
smg3 looked jumpy, his emotions blushing like a keen, kindly knife.
Then smg3 came inside for a nice beaker of squash.
THE END
