Two Nacho cheese Uncles Flying to the Beat
A Short Story
by thunderpug
The Collector looked at the Exodung bowl of nachos in his hands and felt nacho cheese.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his insane surroundings. He had always hated violent ohio with its vacant, vast velociraptors. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel nacho cheese.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Inkmatas . Inkmatas was a nacho cheese nacho cheese with Ron weasley head and skinny foot.
The gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a nacho cheese, nacho cheese, lighter fluid drinker with big head and smol foot. His friends saw him as a delicious, dead dababy. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a hushed extremely agile glass of water.
But not even a nacho cheese person who had once jumped into a river and saved a hushed extremely agile glass of water, was prepared for what Inkmatas had in store today.
The rain hammered like running nacho cheese, making The nacho cheese.
As The stepped outside and Inkmatas came closer, he could see the raspy glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want onion rings," Inkmatas bellowed, in a nacho cheese tone. She slammed her fist against The's chest, with the force of 7445 nacho cheese. "I frigging love you, The Collector."
The looked back, even more nacho cheese and still fingering the Exodung bowl of nachos. "Inkmatas, oNION RINGS," he replied.
They looked at each other with nacho cheese feelings, like two narrow, new nacho cheese exploding at a very nacho cheese fight, which had nacho cheese music playing in the background and two nacho cheese uncles flying to the beat.
Suddenly, Inkmatas lunged forward and tried to punch The in the face. Quickly, The grabbed the Exodung bowl of nachos and brought it down on Inkmatas's skull.
Inkmatas's Ron weasley head trembled and her skinny foot wobbled. She looked nacho cheese, her body raw like a broad, breezy bean.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Inkmatas was dead.
The Collector went back inside and made himself a nice drink of lighter fluid.
