Chapter Lam: Lamb
Silver used severe angst to stand next to a tall tree. He really despised the thought of fatherhoods worldwide.
Toto approached with his guitar playing gorgeously. "Silver, tell me why you are doing such ugly things."
Silver stuck his tongue out and then climbed the tree. He used his abs to crush the tree's fruit and then shot their seeds at Toto's guitar, breaking its strings.
"That is rude and the Silver I know is not a rude dude. He is nice and helpful like a kind radish," said Toto with wisdom.
Silver thought deeply about radishes. He then pulled a coin out of his pocket. It was gold and shiny. "Toto… I am still sad about dads…"
"I figured," said Toto. He fixed his guitar with some titanium dental floss. "I do not want you to be sad or make others sad."
"I will be sad because dads are aching my mind!" Silver wailed. He then screamed at the sky until the clouds rained.
Toto caught the water in his hand. "It falls like your tears. See?"
Silver looked at how poetic Toto was with the rain. It made him feel so magical on the inside. He suddenly felt just a little bit better.
Silver slid down the tree and fistbumped Toto. "I will apologise to my homie Mighty!"
"Good on ya!" said Toto, smiling. He then frowned. "Dartmouth…"
Silver blinked at this. "What say you?"
"DOOMERS…" Toto grumbled. He then charged up his guitar wildly.
Silver did not know what the problem was, but he made sure to put his abs into overdrive just in case.
"Show yourself, fiends!" shouted Toto from both sides of his face like a broken saltshaker.
A conniving snicker filled the air like a swarm of hornets.
Out from the shadows emerged two hooded figures and they looked very evil, as if they had just stepped on a cookie for fun.
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