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MR evil man looked at the ribbed knife in his hands and felt sad.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his heat surroundings. He had always hated hot in Florida with its hissing, hollow hot. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of MR cool dude. MR cool was a violent giant with tall ankles and greasy kneecaps.

MR evil gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an admirable, snotty, squash drinker with fat ankles and grubby kneecaps. His friends saw him as a moaning, mushy monster. Once, he had even helped a helpful toddler cross the road.

But not even an admirable person who had once helped a helpful toddler cross the road, was prepared for what MR cool had in store today.

The hot teased like walking pig, making MR evil sparkly.

As MR evil stepped outside and MR cool came closer, he could see the bewildered smile on his face.

"I am here because I want a slap," MR cool bellowed, in a brave tone. He slammed his fist against MR evil's chest, with the force of 7536 pigeon. "I frigging hate you, MR evil man."

MR evil looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the ribbed knife. "MR cool, shut up ur fat," he replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two damaged, decomposing dog running at a very brutal disco, which had flute music playing in the background and two malicious uncles rampaging to the beat.

MR evil regarded MR cool's tall ankles and greasy kneecaps. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered MR cool.

"Please?" begged MR evil with puppy dog eyes.

MR cool looked puzzled, his body blushing like a boiling, broad banana.

Then MR cool came inside for a nice beaker of squash.

THE END

And this is how I’m returning to SP

I think