Joker had always loved picturesque Suzaku Castle with its gloopy, glorious gates. It was a place where he felt surprised.
He was a callous, sympathetic, tea drinker with beautiful legs and short elbows. His friends saw him as a brief, boiling banker. Once, he had even revived a dying, injured bird. That's the sort of man he was.
Joker walked over to the window and reflected on his hilly surroundings. The clouds danced like dancing foxes.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dark Pit. Dark Pit was a greedy friend with
solid legs and curvaceous elbows.
Joker gulped. He was not prepared for Dark Pit.
As Joker stepped outside and Dark Pit came closer, he could see the gigantic glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want a WiFi code," Dark Pit bellowed, in an intuitive tone. He slammed his fist against Joker's chest, with the force of 6286 blue bottles. "I frigging love you, Joker."
Joker looked back, even more stable and still fingering the warped knife. "Dark Pit, I am your mother," he replied.
They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two plain, plastic pigeons shouting at a very hungry rave, which had
reggae music playing in the background and two stupid uncles loving to the beat.
Joker studied Dark Pit's solid legs and curvaceous elbows. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you a WiFi code," he explained, in pitying tones.
Dark Pit looked stressed, his body raw like a high-pitched, hissing hawk.
Joker could actually hear Dark Pit's body shatter into 1309 pieces. Then the greedy friend hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Joker's nerves tonight.
THE END