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- Soto had always hated cold Wraeclast with its teeny-tiny, testy tunnels. It was a place where he felt stressed.
- He was a scheming, selfish, brandy drinker with spiky fingers and wide thighs. His friends saw him as a shaggy, shiny scammer. Once, he had even helped a faithful baby kiwi cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
- Soto walked over to the window and reflected on his deprived surroundings. The hail pounded like gyrating foxes.
- Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Joey . Joey was a creepy muppet with chubby fingers and scrawny thighs.
- Soto gulped. He was not prepared for Joey.
- As Soto stepped outside and Joey came closer, he could see the breezy smile on his face.
- "I am here because I want exalted orbs," Joey bellowed, in a virtuous tone. He slammed his fist against Soto's chest, with the force of 9838 wolves. "I frigging hate you, Soto ."
- Soto looked back, even more ecstatic and still fingering the cursed guillotine. "Joey, I don't have the money," he replied.
- They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two loose, large lizards shouting at a very sympathetic accident, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two articulate uncles running to the beat.
- Suddenly, Joey lunged forward and tried to punch Soto in the face. Quickly, Soto grabbed the cursed guillotine and brought it down on Joey's skull.
- Joey's chubby fingers trembled and his scrawny thighs wobbled. He looked pale and shocked.
- Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Joey was dead.
- Soto went back inside and made himself a nice glass of hot chocolate.
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