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Quiet Moscow
A Short Story
by Untitled writer

Molly Zeus looked at the tiny record in her hands and felt irritable.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her backward

surroundings. She had always loved quiet Moscow with its cruel,
colossal cliffs. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel
irritable.

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

was the figure of Kimberly Bogtrotter. Kimberly was a noble
queen with tall eyelashes and ample abs.

Molly gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a

patient, vile, squash drinker with sloppy eyelashes and curvy abs.
Her friends saw her as a glorious, glamorous god. Once, she had
even brought a combative baby back from the brink of death.

But not even a patient person who had once brought a combative
baby back from the brink of death, was prepared for what
Kimberly had in store today.

The moon shone like partying frogs, making Molly calm.

As Molly stepped outside and Kimberly came closer, she could

see the stormy glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want affection," Kimberly bellowed, in a

proud tone. She slammed her fist against Molly's chest, with the
force of 7859 pigeons. "I frigging love you, Molly Zeus."

Molly looked back, even more calm and still fingering the tiny
record. "Kimberly, exterminate," she replied.

They looked at each other with fuzzy feelings, like two obnoxious,
open ostriches skipping at a very stingy funeral, which had piano
music playing in the background and two splendid uncles eating
to the beat.

Suddenly, Kimberly lunged forward and tried to punch Molly in the

face. Quickly, Molly grabbed the tiny record and brought it down
on Kimberly's skull.

Kimberly's tall eyelashes trembled and her ample abs wobbled.

She looked fuzzy, her body raw like a heavy, high-pitched hat.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the
ground. Moments later Kimberly Bogtrotter was dead.

Molly Zeus went back inside and made herself a nice beaker of
squash.

THE END