Hoping to lose the extra holiday weight, Clive had taken on the job of jogging EVERY morning before sunrise. He even bought some little pink polka dots short-shorts. They were kind of cute, actually. However, this morning was different; he had been listening to Britney Spears's Circus to add a little pep to his peppy workout. But none of this is relevant to the plot what-so-ever and I'm getting carried away so let's continue.
"All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus," Clive had found his new favorite song and he sung it passionately.
Then, out of nowhere, came another frisky young fellow also wearing pink polka dots shorts.
"Whoa dude, am I making a fashion statement or what?" Clive took out his trusty binoculars out of his back pocket to catch a glimpse at the jogger behind him.
"Shoot, is that Descole?" After minutes of stupidly standing there, Clive had gotten a full glimpse of the fellow jogger.
"Oh NO!" The last time Clive had ran into Descole bad things happened, bad things.
"Hey! Clive…wait… up!" Descole, out of breathe, made a desperate attempt to be noticed.
Clive, after noticing that Descole's shorts were much shorter than his, started to jog the fastest his little ugly legs could. Months of sweaty workouts have prepared him for this very moment.
"Clive, I have…something…to show you!" Descole yelled with his deep, yet girly, man voice that only came out when he was running. Which is very rare.
"Oh, well, that changes everything!" Clive screeched to a stop, completely forgetting that Descole's shorts were much shorter than his.
"What you want, bro?" Clive, rarely considerate, was not considerate.
After finally catching up to the frisky fellow, Descole considerately said, "Oh you know…BAM!"
Suddenly Clive was blindfolded and thrown to the ground. (I was going to say he was 'gang-upped' on, but that wouldn't make much sense since it was just Descole doing it.)
"Whatever you do, don't hurt my polka shorts! Please!" Clive, rarely considerate- FORGET ABOUT THE CONSIDERATE JOKE!
"Trust me, I wouldn't harm them in a million years…" said Descole really creepy like.
"I knew I couldn't trust you! And your shorter-than-mine-shorts!" Clive, rarely regretful, did something very regretful, "What are you going to do to me?"
"You'll see," said Descole still shocked that he is actually winning at something, "You'll see."
