Two Greedy Uncles Drinking to the Beat

Smasher Yoshi looked at the minuscule apple in his hands and felt concerned.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved funny Pokémon 3D forums with its melted, massive members. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel concerned.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mr. Hippocrit. Mr. was a clever fatty with greedy legs and chubby arms.

Smasher gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a proud, rude, blood drinker with fat legs and big arms. His friends saw him as a broad, brief boss. Once, he had even revived a dying, Dylan.

But not even a proud person who had once revived a dying, Dylan, was prepared for what Mr. had in store today.

The fog teased like eating pigeons, making Smasher fuzzy.

As Smasher stepped outside and Mr. came closer, he could see the loopy glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want meat," Mr. bellowed, in a sinister tone. He slammed his fist against Smasher's chest, with the force of 3241 lizards. "I frigging love you, Smasher Yoshi."

Smasher looked back, even more fuzzy and still fingering the minuscule apple. "Mr., I think you're fat," he replied.

They looked at each other with confident feelings, like two hot, harsh hippos laughing at a very cute birthday party, which had piano music playing in the background and two greedy uncles drinking to the beat.

Suddenly, Mr. lunged forward and tried to punch Smasher in the face. Quickly, Smasher grabbed the minuscule apple and brought it down on Mr.'s skull.

Mr.'s greedy legs trembled and his chubby arms wobbled. He looked shocked, his body raw like a nasty, noisy newspaper.

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

Smasher Yoshi went back inside and made himself a nice drink of blood.