bim trimmer looked at the broken ak47 in his hands and felt period cramps.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his creepy surroundings. He had always hated not holy church with its graceful, gentle gay. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel period cramps.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of braylee swaffles. braylee was a sad genius with gayer arm and thiccccer eyes.
bim gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a fat, stupid, bepis drinker with thicccness arm and gay eyes. His friends saw him as a clear, clean cannibal. Once, he had even helped a grotesque ur mom recover from a flying accident.
But not even a fat person who had once helped a grotesque ur mom recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what braylee had in store today.
The hail pounded like laughing blob fish, making bim depressing.
As bim stepped outside and braylee came closer, he could see the lonely smile on her face.
"Look bim," growled braylee, with a chunky glare that reminded bim of sad gud boi. "I hate you and I want revenge. You owe me 4190 dollhairs."
bim looked back, even more depressing and still fingering the broken ak47. "braylee, listen to the new yeezus album or ill kill your mom," he replied.
They looked at each other with gay feelings, like two regurgitated, rabblesnatching rat breathing at a very thiccc funeral, which had panic at the disco music playing in the background and two ugly uncles singing to the beat.
Suddenly, braylee lunged forward and tried to punch bim in the face. Quickly, bim grabbed the broken ak47 and brought it down on braylee's skull.
braylee's gayer arm trembled and her thiccccer eyes wobbled. She looked life crushing, her wallet raw like a many, melted meat grinder.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later braylee swaffles was dead.
bim trimmer went back inside and made himself a nice drink of bepis.
THE END
