Mike and Ron
Mike had been bored lately. Bella was married, Jessica was actually an illegal alien and had left to go back to Pluto, and he was out of people to stalk. But hope came one fine morning as he was leaving to go to his job. He looked into the uncharacteristically clear sky and saw a flying Ford Angela soar above his head and crash into an abandoned building that was conveniently located next to where he was standing. He ran towards it as a redheaded man stepped out of the wreckage, unscathed.
"Bloody hell, what am I gonna do?" the man was angrily muttering to himself. "I promised Hermione I wouldn't total this car again!"
Hermione? The famous British supermodel? Mike was momentarily distracted from the fact that a car had been FLYING by pictures of the lovely woman flowing through his mind.
The man had noticed Mike standing next to him. "OI! What do you think you're doing?! Sneaking up on people like that, you bloody stalker!"
And just like that, Mike knew he'd found the perfect solution to his boredom...
A bit short, no? Sorry.
