Edward Reed, coming from the salad bar in North West of England, was sidling down the road. His sexy hips knocking over anyone who walked past. He snapped his fingers in a way of sexual orientation as he noticed the train station nearby. His eyes gazed apon the setting sun burning it into his retinas like a golden syrup fire, and there siloetted like the black beasts of Shrek death was Thomas. Giving him a sidling sexy wink as Eddy walked by.
To be continued...