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Two Greedy Uncles Hopping to the Beat

Warning: This story mentions blood.

This is a short story.

Tony Vader was thinking about Andrew Plumb again. Andrew was a creepy putrid with sticky fingers and ugly uvula.
Tony walked over to the window and reflected on his small surroundings. He had always hated hot Truckee with its innocent, icy igloos. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a creepy figure of Andrew Plumb.
Tony gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a vile, cowardly, Danimals drinker with ginger fingers and dirty uvula. His friends saw him as a spotless, solid satan. Once, he had even brought an united old lady back from the brink of death.
But not even a vile person who had once brought an united old lady back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Andrew had in store today.
The moon shone like rampaging Harpy Eagle, making Tony stressed. Tony grabbed a giant life-sized statue of Lord Farquaad that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Tony stepped outside and Andrew came closer, he could see the ratty smile on his face.
"I am here because I want money," Andrew bellowed, in an arrogant tone. He slammed his fist against Tony's chest, with the force of 6338 Naked Mole Rat. "I frigging hate you, Tony Vader."
Tony looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the giant life-sized statue of Lord Farquaad. "Andrew, why u like dis bro," he replied.
They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two bored, broken Blob fish shouting at a very stupid black friday, which had country music playing in the background and two greedy uncles hopping to the beat.
Suddenly, Andrew lunged forward and tried to punch Tony in the face. Quickly, Tony grabbed the giant life-sized statue of Lord Farquaad and brought it down on Andrew's skull.
Andrew's sticky fingers trembled and his ugly uvula wobbled. He looked unstable, his body raw like a sad, smoked Squidward's Clarinet.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Andrew Plumb was dead.
Tony Vader went back inside and made himself a nice drink of Danimals.

THE END