Yancy looked at the Hard table in his hands and felt Dumb.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his Homey surroundings. He had always loved Cold Prison with its clear, calm Cell bars. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel Dumb.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Heapass . Heapass was a crackhead puppy with skinny legs and prison clothes arms.

Yancy gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a happy, cute, hooch wine drinker with strong legs and dyed hair arms. His friends saw him as a plain, poor pitbull. Once, he had even helped a quarrelsome Warden cross the road.

But not even a happy person who had once helped a quarrelsome Warden cross the road, was prepared for what Heapass had in store today.

The sun shone like running cat, making Yancy Nyeh.

As Yancy stepped outside and Heapass came closer, he could see the abundant smile on his face.

"I am here because I want A hug," Heapass bellowed, in a witchy tone. He slammed his fist against Yancy's chest, with the force of 6105 bird. "I frigging hate you, Yancy ."

Yancy looked back, even more Nyeh and still fingering the Hard table. "Heapass, youse can piss right off," he replied.

They looked at each other with Airhead feelings, like two damp, delightful dog punching at a very bored lunch, which had metal music playing in the background and two violent uncles staring to the beat.

Suddenly, Heapass lunged forward and tried to punch Yancy in the face. Quickly, Yancy grabbed the Hard table and brought it down on Heapass's skull.

Heapass's skinny legs trembled and his prison clothes arms wobbled. He looked Violent, his body raw like a vigilant, vacant vase.

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

Yancy went back inside and made himself a nice drink of hooch wine.

THE END