Felix Pewds looked at the peculiar teapot in his hands and felt puzzled.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his demonitized surroundings. He had always loved monetized YouTube with its lazy, little Logan Paul. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of T- Series. T- was a sinister monster with Swedish legs and blonde feet.
Felix gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a generous, selfish, G Fuel drinker with short legs and scrawny feet. His friends saw him as a stormy, snotty saint. Once, he had even helped a filthy old lady cross the road.
But not even a generous person who had once helped a filthy old lady cross the road, was prepared for what T- had in store today.
The moon shone like cooking giraffes, making Felix hangry.
As Felix stepped outside and T- came closer, he could see the panicky smile on his face.
T- glared with all the wrath of 1381 spiteful flipping frogs. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want some more Facebook friends."
Felix looked back, even more hangry and still fingering the peculiar teapot. "T-, yabba Dabba Doo," he replied.
They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two tall, thundering tortoises dancing at a very violent YouTube Rewind, which had diss track music playing in the background and two sweet uncles hopping to the beat.
Suddenly, T- lunged forward and tried to punch Felix in the face. Quickly, Felix grabbed the peculiar teapot and brought it down on T-'s skull.
T-'s Swedish legs trembled and his blonde feet wobbled. He looked angry, his emotions raw like a rotten, roasted rock.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later T- Series was dead.
Felix Pewds went back inside and made himself a nice drink of G Fuel.
THE END
