Serious Adwarf

Wrex looked at the wibbly-wobbly cookie in his hands and felt mad.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his silly surroundings. He had always loved crowded the lower boards IRC with its curved, clever chatbots. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel mad.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Adwarf . Adwarf was a serious dord with pale kidneys and svelte guts.

Wrex gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a dumb, excited, whiskey drinker with tough kidneys and short guts. His friends saw him as an odd, outrageous op. Once, he had even revived a dying, Tiruin.

But not even a dumb person who had once revived a dying, Tiruin, was prepared for what Adwarf had in store today.

The rainbow teased like stabbing kitties, making Wrex enraged.

As Wrex stepped outside and Adwarf came closer, he could see the cuddly glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want exp.," Adwarf bellowed, in a calm tone. He slammed his fist against Wrex's chest, with the force of 5301 facehuggers. "I frigging love you, Wrex ."

Wrex looked back, even more enraged and still fingering the wibbly-wobbly cookie. "Adwarf, no," he replied.

They looked at each other with confused feelings, like two purple, panicky penguins slapping at a very chaotic game, which had rap music playing in the background and two lackadaisical uncles hugging to the beat.

Suddenly, Adwarf lunged forward and tried to punch Wrex in the face. Quickly, Wrex grabbed the wibbly-wobbly cookie and brought it down on Adwarf's skull.

Adwarf's pale kidneys trembled and his svelte guts wobbled. He looked elated, his body raw like a fast, fat fish.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Adwarf was dead.

Wrex went back inside and made himself a nice glass of whiskey.