Joel Varg looked at the a weapon kettle in his hands and felt sad.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his hell surroundings. He had always loved poop twomad town with its homeless, hot HELL. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Vinesauce Vinny. Vinesauce was a backhead cool person with BULLETPROOOOF elbows and curvy legs.

Joel gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cool, swag, beer drinker with BUFF elbows and greasy legs. His friends saw him as a vacant, vast very angry swedish man. Once, he had even rescued a numerous baby flamingo from a burning building.

But not even a cool person who had once rescued a numerous baby flamingo from a burning building, was prepared for what Vinesauce had in store today.

The rain hammered like rampaging rabbits, making Joel sangry.

As Joel stepped outside and Vinesauce came closer, he could see the curvy glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want swag," Vinesauce bellowed, in a jocko homo tone. He slammed his fist against Joel's chest, with the force of 1733 frogs. "I frigging love you, Joel Varg."

Joel looked back, even more sangry and still fingering the a weapon kettle. "Vinesauce, i fliped ur mom," he replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two mangled, mammoth maggots shouting at a very asshat punk concert, which had metal and grunge music playing in the background and two poop swindon uncles laughing to the beat.

Suddenly, Vinesauce lunged forward and tried to punch Joel in the face. Quickly, Joel grabbed the a weapon kettle and brought it down on Vinesauce's skull.

Vinesauce's BULLETPROOOOF elbows trembled and his curvy legs wobbled. He looked sappy, his body raw like a tasty, talented torch.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Vinesauce Vinny was dead.

Joel Varg went back inside and made himself a nice drink of beer.

THE END