Two Depressed Uncles Talking to the Beat

Damian Toriyama looked at the sharp sword in his hands and felt violent.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his Violent surroundings. He had always loved Large Rotetska with its famous, faithful Forests. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel violent.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Johnny Johnson The 2nd. Johnny Johnson was a violent child with smart legs and bulky arms.

Damian gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a calm, emotionless, tea drinker with tall legs and thin arms. His friends saw him as a rare, rich rock. Once, he had even helped an amused toddler cross the road.

But not even a calm person who had once helped an amused toddler cross the road, was prepared for what Johnny Johnson had in store today.

The rain hammered like battling lizards, making Damian grim.

As Damian stepped outside and Johnny Johnson came closer, he could see the squiggled glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want revenge," Johnny Johnson bellowed, in a cool tone. He slammed his fist against Damian's chest, with the force of 499 Hollows. "I frigging hate you, Damian Toriyama."

Damian looked back, even more grim and still fingering the sharp sword. "Johnny Johnson, I did not kill your parents," he replied.

They looked at each other with grumpy feelings, like two wooden, wasteful wolves slashing at a very trigger-happy battle, which had orchestra music playing in the background and two depressed uncles talking to the beat.

Suddenly, Johnny Johnson lunged forward and tried to punch Damian in the face. Quickly, Damian grabbed the sharp sword and brought it down on Johnny Johnson's skull.

Johnny Johnson's smart legs trembled and his bulky arms wobbled. He looked gloomy, his body raw like a skinny, straight spear.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Johnny Johnson The 2nd was dead.

Damian Toriyama went back inside and made himself a nice cup of tea.