The Fight Between True Love

the Marrage

The mans point of view

It Twas the day. I could feel the many dozen hamburgers I had consumed earlier, on account for my gnawing hunger and anxiety, churning in my grotesquely large stomach. I attempted to sit on one of the chairs in my prison cell of a room, but missed completely, and landed on the cold desolate ground. A tear escaped my eye, cascading down my monstrous face. The opening between the desolate room and the other desolate room was made visible by the moving of the movable wall that creaked open slowly. My face made an expression vaguely resembling surprise, but alas, my face was too distorted to fully express emotions at the person blocking the opening with their enormous mass. It was my father, who I had not looked upon with my eyesockets in 137 years. He spoke to me in a quiet voice "ITS TIME"

The other girls PoV

I gave up trying to sloppily glue my life together long ago, now I simply limp about, following my life's rigged path. The latest event in my decidedly unimportant life was the Marrage between me and the grotesquely large slug that I am ashamed to call my brother. The Marrage is to celebrate the union between the disgustingly gross facility known as the McDonalds and the slightly less disgusting Burger King where I spend my unimaginably short life. The imbeciles I work with in my waste of a life think that this Marrage will end the feud and solidify the union. Little do they know the wedding will not proceed as planned. I will be dead on the ground by the end of the day but at this point I really couldn't care less.