Matt Thornton was thinking about Phillip Cox again. Phillip was a clever god with squat thighs and spiky legs.
Matt walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved wild Shittown with its jealous, jolly jungle. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a clever figure of Phillip Cox.
Matt gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an energetic, generous, beer drinker with red thighs and spiky legs. His friends saw him as a wicked, wooden wally. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a fluffy old man.
But not even an energetic person who had once made a cup of tea for a fluffy old man, was prepared for what Phillip had in store today.
The clouds danced like swimming cats, making Matt sneezy. Matt grabbed a damp ruler that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Matt stepped outside and Phillip came closer, he could see the thundering glint in his eye.
"Look Matt," growled Phillip, with a sympathetic glare that reminded Matt of clever gerbils. "I hate you and I want sex. You owe me 1271 gold pieces."
Matt looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the damp ruler. "Phillip, I wanna fuxk you," he replied.
They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two rotten, rich rats bopping at a very wild bar mitzvah, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two helpful uncles cooking to the beat.
Matt studied Phillip's squat thighs and spiky legs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Matt. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Phillip. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted Matt. "Now get your squat thighs out of here before I hit you with this damp ruler."
Phillip looked unstable, his wallet raw like a hot, healthy hawk.
Matt could actually hear Phillip's wallet shatter into 1271 pieces. Then the clever god hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of beer would calm Matt's nerves tonight.
THE END
