(A/N: AHA! I loved the first story, so I decided to try the generator for a second one. This one had me crying/laughing, I swear XD.
Two Admirable Uncles Partying to the Beat
--A Short Story--
Will Ball was thinking about Tom Thomas again. Tom was a witty god with skinny fingers and beautiful hands.
Will walked over to the window and reflected on his quiet surroundings. He had always hated damp San Francisco with its greasy, gleaming gates. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel worried.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a witty figure of Tom Thomas.
Will gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a violent, splendid, whiskey drinker with pretty fingers and handsome hands. His friends saw him as a knotty, knobbly knight. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a healthy deaf person.
But not even a violent person who had once jumped into a river and saved a healthy deaf person, was prepared for what Tom had in store today.
The hail pounded like rampaging maggots, making Will delighted. Will grabbed a minuscule sausage that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Will stepped outside and Tom came closer, he could see the husky glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want a kiss," Tom bellowed, in a funny tone. He slammed his fist against Will's chest, with the force of 5025 goldfish. "I frigging love you, Will Ball."
Will looked back, even more delighted and still fingering the minuscule sausage. "Tom, I am your mother," he replied.
They looked at each other with cross feelings, like two fancy, faithful foxes sleeping at a very spiteful Valentine's meal, which had classical music playing in the background and two admirable uncles partying to the beat.
Suddenly, Tom lunged forward and tried to punch Will in the face. Quickly, Will grabbed the minuscule sausage and brought it down on Tom's skull.
Tom's skinny fingers trembled and his beautiful hands wobbled. He looked stressed, his body raw like a homeless, homely hawk.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Tom Thomas was dead.
Will Ball went back inside and made himself a nice glass of whiskey.
THE END
