Simon Parkes had always loved hilly West Boggins with its purple, petite

parks. It was a place where he felt relaxed.

He was a snotty, snooty, whiskey drinker with short fingers and red lips.
His friends saw him as a damaged, delicious deity. Once, he had even
helped a tasteless blind person recover from a flying accident. That's the
sort of man he was.

Simon walked over to the window and reflected on his snooty

surroundings. The wind blew like singing elephants.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the

figure of Joshua Torrance. Joshua was a giving gamer with ample
fingers and fluffy lips.

Simon gulped. He was not prepared for Joshua.

As Simon stepped outside and Joshua came closer, he could see the
brave glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want a kiss," Joshua bellowed, in a stupid tone. He

slammed his fist against Simon's chest, with the force of 6823 maggots.
"I frigging love you, Simon Parkes."