doot and phet?

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doot howell looked at the moist sandwich in his hands and felt delighted?.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his creepy surroundings. He had always hated chill the land of enggland with its ugliest, ugly unicorns. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel delighted?.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of phet lester. phet was a comfy cowardly with fat legs and midgety nose.

doot gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a majestic, king like, fermented cow juice drinker with big legs and skinny nose. His friends saw him as an alive, annoying angel of satan. Once, he had even saved a yarbing rich white girl who dropped her iphone 72+ waterproof edition that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a majestic person who had once saved a yarbing rich white girl who dropped her iphone 72+ waterproof edition that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what phet had in store today.

The rainbows teased like rampaging newt, making doot fluffy.

As doot stepped outside and phet came closer, he could see the shivering smile on his face.

"Look doot," growled phet, with a satan like jesus glare that reminded doot of comfy leala the monkey. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want the wifi password. You owe me 9109 pounds."

doot looked back, even more fluffy and still fingering the moist sandwich. "phet, sogg mcnuggets," he replied.

They looked at each other with upset feelings, like two magnificent, mute malamute sleeping at a very as moist as my toes christening, which had yodelling music playing in the background and two sinister? uncles preaching to the beat.

doot studied phet's fat legs and midgety nose. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained doot. "You will never get your money."

"No!" objected phet. "You lie!"

"I do not!" retorted doot. "Now get your fat legs out of here before I hit you with this moist sandwich."

phet looked sparkly, his wallet raw like a green, glorious guillotine.

doot could actually hear phet's wallet shatter into 9109 pieces. Then the comfy cowardly hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of fermented cow juice would calm doot's nerves tonight.

THE END