Sarah Gump looked at the cursed record in her hands and felt happy.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her rural surroundings. She had
always loved chilly Amsterdam with its wet, wasteful waters. It was a place that
encouraged her tendency to feel happy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of
Kevin Giantbulb. Kevin was an admirable saint with skinny fingers and squat toes.

Sarah gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a controlling, smelly,
cocoa drinker with ugly fingers and red toes. Her friends saw her as a mashed,
modern monster. Once, she had even rescued a better baby flamingo from a burning
building.

But not even a controlling person who had once rescued a better baby flamingo from
a burning building, was prepared for what Kevin had in store today.

The hail pounded like hopping gerbils, making Sarah worried.

As Sarah stepped outside and Kevin came closer, she could see the ill smile on his
face.

"Look Sarah," growled Kevin, with a selfish glare that reminded Sarah of admirable
toads. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want justice. You owe me 6348 gold
pieces."

Sarah looked back, even more worried and still fingering the cursed record. "Kevin,
I'm in love with you," she replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two pleasant, pongy puppies
smiling at a very hungry snow storm, which had orchestral music playing in the
background and two kind uncles boating to the beat.

Suddenly, Kevin lunged forward and tried to punch Sarah in the face. Quickly, Sarah
grabbed the cursed record and brought it down on Kevin's skull.

Kevin's skinny fingers trembled and his squat toes wobbled. He looked delighted,
his wallet raw like a kindly, kindhearted knife.

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

Sarah Gump went back inside and made herself a nice mug of cocoa.