John Giero

John Giero looked at the hard rock in his hands and felt happy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his dark surroundings. He had always loved beautiful Ohio with its tough, testy trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Caren Yonder. Caren was a fat monster with ugly spots and curvaceous abs.

John gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a smart, stupid, baby powder drinker with hairy spots and greasy abs. His friends saw him as an alive, arrogant angel. Once, he had even revived a dying, nany.

But not even a smart person who had once revived a dying, nany, was prepared for what Caren had in store today.

The sun shone like running snakes, making John mad.

As John stepped outside and Caren came closer, he could see the silky smile on his face.

"I am here because I want death," Caren bellowed, in an intelligent tone. He slammed his fist against John's chest, with the force of 1288 badgers. "I frigging hate you, John Giero."

John looked back, even more mad and still fingering the hard rock. "Caren, dang," he replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two klutzy, knowing koalas flying at a very overcomplicated Christmas, which had rock music playing in the background and two idiotic uncles hopping to the beat.

Suddenly, Caren lunged forward and tried to punch John in the face. Quickly, John grabbed the hard rock and brought it down on Caren's skull.

Caren's ugly spots trembled and his curvaceous abs wobbled. He looked grumpy, his body raw like a grated, grieving guitar.

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

John Giero went back inside and made himself a nice drink of baby powder.