Charlie was thinking about Andrew again. Andrew was a friendly true patriot with ethereal ass cheeks and minecraft eyes.

Charlie walked over to the window and reflected on his ass surroundings. He had always hated boring Boardwalk Burgers with its homeless, hilarious homeless men. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel moist.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a friendly figure of Andrew .

Charlie gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an awesome, philanthropic, goatmilk drinker with huge ass cheeks and glamorous eyes. His friends saw him as a bright, boiled Babadook. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a hollow Jackson.

But not even an awesome person who had once jumped into a river and saved a hollow Jackson, was prepared for what Andrew had in store today.

The chocolate rain teased like ripping off cheetah posters, making Charlie messed up. Charlie grabbed a cum-crusted very small dog that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Charlie stepped outside and Andrew came closer, he could see the broad smile on his face.

"I am here because I want friendship," Andrew bellowed, in a murderous tone. He slammed his fist against Charlie's chest, with the force of 8833 mole people. "I frigging love you, Charlie ."

Charlie looked back, even more messed up and still fingering the cum-crusted very small dog. "Andrew, live moist or dry hard," he replied.

They looked at each other with funny feelings, like two loose, loud lizards endangering at a very cuckolded Oregon Country Fair, which had vaporwave music playing in the background and two orgasmic uncles grinning to the beat.

Suddenly, Andrew lunged forward and tried to punch Charlie in the face. Quickly, Charlie grabbed the cum-crusted very small dog and brought it down on Andrew's skull.

Andrew's ethereal ass cheeks trembled and his minecraft eyes wobbled. He looked angry, his body raw like a glorious, green graal.

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

Charlie went back inside and made himself a nice drink of goatmilk.

THE END