Cameron Smith was thinking about Katy Butterscotch again. Katy was a delightful pencil with fluffy eyeballs and sticky toes.
Cameron walked over to the window and reflected on his low gravity surroundings. He had always loved dark moon with its striped, superstars. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel greedy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was a delightful figure of Katy Butterscotch.
Cameron gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a brutal, mean, martini drinker with ginger eyeballs and greasy toes. His friends saw him as a little, loud lucifer. Once, he had even revived a dying, one single ant.
But not even a brutal person who had once revived a dying, one single ant, was prepared for what Katy had in store today.
The rainbow teased like raging human, making Cameron lonely. Cameron grabbed a holy chair that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Cameron stepped outside and Katy came closer, he could see the powerful glint in her eye.
"Look, Cameron," growled Katy, with a predatory glare that reminded Cameron of delightful cat. "I hate you and I want all the cheese in the world. You owe me 6291 gold pieces."
Cameron looked back, even more, lonely and still fingering the holy chair. "Katy, I have your children," he replied.
They looked at each other with confident feelings, like two mute, moaning mouse verbing at a very intelligent funeral, which had dubstep music playing in the background and two creepy uncles killing to the beat.
Cameron studied Katy's fluffy eyeballs and sticky toes. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Cameron. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Katy. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted Cameron. "Now get your fluffy eyeballs out of here before I hit you with this holy chair."
Katy looked cross, her wallet raw like a thankful, terrible table.
Cameron could actually hear Katy's wallet shatter into 6291 pieces. Then the delightful pencil hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of martini would calm Cameron's nerves tonight.
THE END
