Clumsy's troubles.
WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE AND SWEARING!
Clumsy and Brainy were picking smurf berries happily, when Clumsy decided to go to another part of the patch. He tripped over.
"Ow." He got up again and continued to make his way over to the new section of the smurfberry fields. Until, he tripped over again, only this time worse.
"Aow fffff" He clambered up again and continued, his mood getting more fawl by the second. This time he tripped, and spilled all of his collected smurfberries.
"Ah fuck" He groaned as he collected them up in his basket again. He continued and, can you guess? Thats right. Tripped over again, causing a small purple bruise to make it's home on his arm.
"Shit" He mumbled, rubbing the painful unwelcome purple mark. He finally made it and began to pick the smurfberries. He walked around to gather some more, only to trip AGAIN.
"God must fucking hate me so motherfucking much right now" He said, filling the quiet area with his south american accent. He got up, only to trip again.
"FUCK MY LIFE! THIS AIN'T FAIR! GO PUT SHIT ON ANOTHER SMURF, NOT ME! I FUCKING QUIT! I COULD KILL THE NEXT SMURF I FUCKING LAND ON AT THIS RATE! Not Brainy though. I don't want him ta die."
"CLUMSY!" Said smurf froze. He turned to see Brainy there, glaring at him.
"Uh...hiya Brainy." Clumsy spoke guiltily.
"What did I tell you about speaking those words?"
"They send you to hell?"
"Correct. Not stop saying that incase another smurf hears you." Briany walked past his best friend. Not hearing the next thing said by the simple minded smurf.
"Brainy's so hot and sexy, I wanna fuck his ass into the mattress." Clumsy blushed as he followed Brainy home. Never taking his eyes off of Brainy's rear the whole time.