Bella Witch had always hated ugly Cafe with its thundering, tight trees. It was a place where he felt witchy.
He was a curvy, skinny, beer drinker with skinny leg and ginger hair. His friends saw him as a dangerous, difficult demon. Once, he had even brought a round baby shaped old lady back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.
Bella walked over to the window and reflected on his slimy surroundings. The sun shone like rampaging Kuroosters.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Alex Birch. Alex was a voluptuous coward with skinny bootied leg and thicc bootied hair.
Bella gulped. He was not prepared for Alex.
As Bella stepped outside and Alex came closer, he could see the fluttering glint in his eye.
Alex glared with all the wrath of 1122 fat bewildered bAbIez. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want revenge."
Bella looked back, even more grimy and still fingering the slippy leg. "Alex, I am your father," he replied.
They looked at each other with annoying feelings, like two curious, cheerful chicken running at a very Canadian party, which had rock music playing in the background and two American uncles flipping to the beat.
Bella regarded Alex's skinny bootied leg and thicc bootied hair. "I feel the same way!" revealed Bella with a delighted grin.
Alex looked pissy, his emotions blushing like a happy, hilarious hairy arm.
Then Alex came inside for a nice drink of beer.
THE END