Two Plump Uncles Killing to the Beat

Shrek L'Ogre was thinking about Namjoon Kim again. Namjoon was a fugly stick with disgusting belly button and ugly armpit hairs.

Shrek walked over to the window and reflected on his brown surroundings. He had always hated disgusting swamp with its plastic, prickly poop. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a fugly figure of Namjoon Kim.

Shrek gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a lovely, attractive, pee drinker with big belly button and fat armpit hairs. His friends saw him as a grisly, grim giant. Once, he had even helped a faint donkey cross the road.

But not even a lovely person who had once helped a faint donkey cross the road, was prepared for what Namjoon had in store today.

The rain hammered like rampaging cockatoos, making Shrek angry. Shrek grabbed a wet rock that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Shrek stepped outside and Namjoon came closer, he could see the colorful glint in his eye.

Namjoon gazed with the affection of 9704 ugly courageous crabs. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a lemon."

Shrek looked back, even more angry and still fingering the wet rock. "Namjoon, I love onions," he replied.

They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two difficult, disturbed donkeys lemoning at a very fat funeral, which had jazz music playing in the background and two plump uncles killing to the beat.

Shrek regarded Namjoon's disgusting belly button and ugly armpit hairs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Shrek with a delighted grin.

Namjoon looked afraid, his emotions blushing like a smoked, small stone.

Then Namjoon came inside for a nice drink of pee.