Two Intelligent Uncles Dying to the Beat
Levi Ackerman was thinking about Armin Arlert again. Armin was a generic book with short dicks and blond toes.
Levi walked over to the window and reflected on his bloody surroundings. He had always hated dead Trost with its damaged, deadly dead people. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel anger.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a generic figure of Armin Arlert.
Levi gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a dull, boring, tears drinker with shrimpy dicks and scrawny toes. His friends saw him as a spitezabbling, striped shrimp. Once, he had even revived a dying, humanity.
But not even a dull person who had once revived a dying, humanity, was prepared for what Armin had in store today.
The raining blood teased like pooping Titans, making Levi nerdy. Levi grabbed a soft Jean that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Levi stepped outside and Armin came closer, he could see the selfish smile on his face.
Armin glared with all the wrath of 4124 happy condemned cat. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want hugs and cuddles."
Levi looked back, even more nerdy and still fingering the soft Jean. "Armin, ravioli," he replied.
They looked at each other with serious feelings, like two thankful, tiny titans flying at a very exotic Bon fire, which had Viking Metal music playing in the background and two intelligent uncles dying to the beat.
Suddenly, Armin lunged forward and tried to punch Levi in the face. Quickly, Levi grabbed the soft Jean and brought it down on Armin's skull.
Armin's short dicks trembled and his blond toes wobbled. He looked stress, his emotions raw like a magnificent, misty Marco.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Armin Arlert was dead.
Levi Ackerman went back inside and made himself a nice drink of tears.