Donuty Simpson's Happy Donuts

Homer Simptronic looked at the red child in his hands and felt happy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his resturanty surroundings. He had always loved donuty Simpson's Happy Donuts with its plain, proud poster. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sniper TF2. Sniper was a lazy sniper with beard hair and beard arm.

Homer gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a yellow, hat, liquified donuts drinker with fat hair and skinny arm. His friends saw him as a gloopy, green giant. Once, he had even helped a vague Marge Simptronic cross the road.

But not even a yellow person who had once helped a vague Marge Simptronic cross the road, was prepared for what Sniper had in store today.

The burning teased like throwing dog, making Homer deez nuts.

As Homer stepped outside and Sniper came closer, he could see the quirky glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want violece," Sniper bellowed, in a donut loving tone. He slammed his fist against Homer's chest, with the force of 3207 pig. "I frigging hate you, Homer Simptronic."

Homer looked back, even more deez nuts and still fingering the red child. "Sniper, d'oh," he replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two lonely, lazy loaf of bread eating at a very lazy brunch, which had retro music playing in the background and two donuty uncles killing to the beat.

Suddenly, Sniper lunged forward and tried to punch Homer in the face. Quickly, Homer grabbed the red child and brought it down on Sniper's skull.

Sniper's beard hair trembled and his beard arm wobbled. He looked frustrated, his body raw like an average, agreeable another child but dead.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Sniper TF2 was dead.

Homer Simptronic went back inside and made himself a nice drink of liquified donuts.