Bane Lockheart had always hated hot Hellfiredom with its loud, lively lava. It was a place where he felt sad.

He was a stupid, hotheaded, blood of his enemies drinker with brunette heads and hairy penises. His friends saw him as a dripping, distinct demon. Once, he had even saved a testy child that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.

Bane walked over to the window and reflected on his ugly surroundings. The duststorm teased like killing bear.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jane Millicent. Jane was a barbaric human with charming heads and greasy penises.

Bane gulped. He was not prepared for Jane.

As Bane stepped outside and Jane came closer, he could see the envious glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want relationship," Jane bellowed, in a banal tone. She slammed her fist against Bane's chest, with the force of 2242 crocodile. "I frigging love you, Bane Lockheart."

Bane looked back, even more dark and still fingering the abstract banana. "Jane, I love you as a friend," he replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two lonely, loose lion punching at a very kind festival of death, which had metal music playing in the background and two clumsy uncles kissing to the beat.

Bane regarded Jane's charming heads and greasy penises. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Jane.

"Please?" begged Bane with puppy dog eyes.

Jane looked gloomy, her body blushing like a blushing, big blade.

Then Jane came inside for a nice drink of blood of his enemies.

THE END