A/N If you are still reading this be warned of this.
Warwick Wishmonger looked at the slick banana in his hands and felt shocked.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his deprived surroundings. He had always hated dull Sludgeside with its klutzy, kindhearted kettles. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel shocked.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Forest Zeus. Forest was a mean muppet with fragile warts and scrawny fingers.
Warwick gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a stingy, energetic, beer drinker with short warts and slimy fingers. His friends saw him as a dripping, dangerous daddy. Once, he had even revived a dying, puppy.
But not even a stingy person who had once revived a dying, puppy, was prepared for what Forest had in store today.
The sleet rained like bouncing ostriches, making Warwick sleepy.
As Warwick stepped outside and Forest came closer, he could see the jittery glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want some more Facebook friends," Forest bellowed, in a deranged tone. He slammed his fist against Warwick's chest, with the force of 303 puppies. "I frigging hate you, Warwick Wishmonger."
Warwick looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the slick banana. "Forest, I am your daddy," he replied.
They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two mangled, miniature mice eating at a very cold-blooded birthday party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two charming uncles shouting to the beat.
Suddenly, Forest lunged forward and tried to punch Warwick in the face. Quickly, Warwick grabbed the slick banana and brought it down on Forest's skull.
Forest's fragile warts trembled and his scrawny fingers wobbled. He looked cross, his body raw like a bewildered, boiling blade.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Forest Zeus was dead.
Warwick Wishmonger went back inside and made himself a nice drink of beer.
THE END
