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Stupid Krag Gall
A Short Story
by Untitled writer
Krag Gall had always loved Loud the band room with its tame, tan The percussion closet. It was a place where he felt concerned.

He was a Stupid, Moron, Beer drinker with ugly eyebrows and skinny abs. His friends saw him as a decaying, different Devil. Once, he had even brought an uptight disabled person back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.

Krag walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. The wind blew like partying Sheep.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Wyatt Wallace. Wyatt was a rude Fighter with wobbly eyebrows and fluffy abs.

Krag gulped. He was not prepared for Wyatt.

As Krag stepped outside and Wyatt came closer, he could see the fair smile on his face.

"I am here because I want Revenge," Wyatt bellowed, in a helpful tone. He slammed his fist against Krag's chest, with the force of 2928 Pig. "I frigging hate you, Krag Gall."

Krag looked back, even more confident and still fingering the gay Meme book. "Wyatt, you are my bitch," he replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two hissing, harsh Hog cooking at a very Killer Band Party, which had Poka music playing in the background and two Nazi uncles eating to the beat.

Suddenly, Wyatt lunged forward and tried to punch Krag in the face. Quickly, Krag grabbed the gay Meme book and brought it down on Wyatt's skull.

Wyatt's wobbly eyebrows trembled and his fluffy abs wobbled. He looked angry, his body raw like a tart, tasteless Triangle beater.

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

Krag Gall went back inside and made himself a nice drink of Beer.

THE END