Super Minecraft Kid looked at the minuscule sword in his hands and felt afraid.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his sunny surroundings. He had always loved quiet Minecraftia with its testy, tight trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel afraid.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Chica Chicken. Chica was a brave hot with grubby dick and sloppy ass.

Super Minecraft gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an admirable, cute, soda drinker with fat dick and sloppy ass. His friends saw him as a shiny, sturdy strong. Once, he had even helped a spewmungous Steve cross the road.

But not even an admirable person who had once helped a spewmungous Steve cross the road, was prepared for what Chica had in store today.

The sun shone like singing owls, making Super Minecraft afraid.

As Super Minecraft stepped outside and Chica came closer, he could see the hollow glint in her eye.

Chica gazed with the affection of 5136 creepy deadly donkeys. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want protection."

Super Minecraft looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the minuscule sword. "Chica, let's go kill the fcking Balons Boy," he replied.

They looked at each other with cross feelings, like two handsome, hard hamsters rampaging at a very modest funeral, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two understanding uncles drinking to the beat.

Super Minecraft regarded Chica's grubby dick and sloppy ass. "I feel the same way!" revealed Super Minecraft with a delighted grin.

Chica looked shocked, her emotions blushing like a better, bumpy book.

Then Chica came inside for a nice drink of soda.

THE END