Stanley Chan was thinking about Matthew Wu again. Matthew was an inappropriate big plastic dong with dumpy eyebrow and sweaty nipple.
Stanley walked over to the window and reflected on her grimy surroundings. She had always loved dirty under the bridge with its helpful, harsh hobos. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sparkly.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an inappropriate figure of Matthew Wu.
Stanley gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a rude, profane, clam juice drinker with big eyebrow and meaty nipple. Her friends saw her as a pleasant, pickled plastic dong. Once, she had even helped an evil anus recover from a flying accident.
But not even a rude person who had once helped an evil anus recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Matthew had in store today.
The blizzard teased like loving horse, making Stanley worried. Stanley grabbed an oily vase that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Stanley stepped outside and Matthew came closer, she could see the average glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want virginity," Matthew bellowed, in a lewd tone. He slammed his fist against Stanley's chest, with the force of 884 sea otter. "I frigging hate you, Stanley Chan."
Stanley looked back, even more worried and still fingering the oily vase. "Matthew, I am going to force myself upon you," she replied.
They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two defiant, dark dog humping at a very gay orgy, which had Nightcore music playing in the background and two power-bottom uncles caressing to the beat.
Suddenly, Matthew lunged forward and tried to punch Stanley in the face. Quickly, Stanley grabbed the oily vase and brought it down on Matthew's skull.
Matthew's dumpy eyebrow trembled and his sweaty nipple wobbled. He looked fuzzy, his body raw like a breakable, bad ball gag.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Matthew Wu was dead.
Stanley Chan went back inside and made herself a nice drink of clam juice.
THE END