Alex Churn looked at the giant kettle in his hands and felt surprised.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his quiet surroundings. He had always loved cold Dallas with its lovely, long lavish. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel surprised.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Renold Max. Renold was a noble gamer with skinny abs and tall arms.
Alex gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a selfish, friendly, beer drinker with vast abs and pretty arms. His friends saw him as a combative, cooing coward. Once, he had even revived a dying, baby.
But not even a selfish person who had once revived a dying, baby, was prepared for what Renold had in store today.
The moon shone like thinking donkeys, making Alex sad.
As Alex stepped outside and Renold came closer, he could see the bulbous smile on his face.
"I am here because I want peace," Renold bellowed, in a courageous tone. He slammed his fist against Alex's chest, with the force of 7569 cats. "I frigging hate you, Alex Churn."
Alex looked back, even more sad and still fingering the giant kettle. "Renold, I just don't need you in my life any more," he replied.
They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two fast, fine frogs cooking at a very ruthless accident, which had flute music playing in the background and two creepy uncles jogging to the beat.
Suddenly, Renold lunged forward and tried to punch Alex in the face. Quickly, Alex grabbed the giant kettle and brought it down on Renold's skull.
Renold's skinny abs trembled and his tall arms wobbled. He looked angry, his body raw like a teeny, tasty torch.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Renold Max was dead.
Alex Churn went back inside and made himself a nice drink of beer.
Alex's Torment - The Villanelle.
Alex couldn't stop thinking about the hope
It was just so selfish and egocentric
But he could never forget the grope
That morning, Alex was shocked by the misanthrope
He found himself feeling rather afrocentric
Alex couldn't stop thinking about the hope
Later, Alex was spooked by a microscope
He thought the situation had become rather ethnocentric
But he could never forget the grope
Renold tried to distract him with a mope
Said his mind had become too centric
Alex couldn't stop thinking about the hope
Alex took action like an envelope
The hope was becoming too anthropocentric
But he could never forget the grope
Alex nosedived like an egocentric rope
His mind became dangerously geocentric
Alex couldn't stop thinking about the hope
But he could never forget the grope