User blog:ChillyFreeze/Another little story: Two Considerate Uncles Laughing to the Beat

'THIS ONE IS EVEN WEIRDER THAN THE LAST ONE. I'M SERIOUS'. (The last one was actually a BLURB. My mistake.)

..here it is, in it's glory. But before I start the story, I shall tell you who is involved in it: Flain, Zaptor, and Scorpi.

OK, here it is. Don't say I didn't warn you though..

Flain Infernite looked at the tasty fire in his hands and felt jealous.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his strange surroundings. He had always loved creative Planet Mixel with its gigantic, graceful Gears. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel jealous.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Zaptor Electroid. Zaptor was a crazy weirdo with orange legs and yellow arms.

Flain gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an energetic, noble, juice drinker with lanky legs and skinny arms. His friends saw him as an ancient, abundant adventurer. Once, he had even brought a klutzy Scorpi back from the brink of death.

But not even an energetic person who had once brought a klutzy Scorpi back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Zaptor had in store today.

The hail pounded like screaming dogs, making Flain lonely.

As Flain stepped outside and Zaptor came closer, he could see the fluffy smile on his face.

"I am here because I want HAMLOGNA SANDWICHES," Zaptor bellowed, in a clever tone. He slammed his fist against Flain's chest, with the force of 7676 insects. "I frigging love you, Flain Infernite."

Flain looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the tasty fire. "Zaptor, I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR STUPID SANDWICH GO AWAY," he replied.

They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two mashed, mushy monkeys eating at a very admirable party, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two considerate uncles laughing to the beat.

Flain regarded Zaptor's orange legs and yellow arms. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Zaptor.

"Please?" begged Flain with puppy dog eyes.

Zaptor looked confident, his body blushing like a teeny-tiny, teeny Tent.

Then Zaptor came inside for a nice glass of juice.

THE END