Graham had always loved dirty five roads with its clumsy, curly chavs. It was a place where he felt angry.

He was a cowardly, stupid, corona drinker with fat legs and obese arms. His friends saw him as a lazy, little legend. Once, he had even revived a dying, bort. That's the sort of man he was.

Graham walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings. The rain hammered like killing guppies.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Egg . Egg was an autistic fat with buff legs and bulky arms.

Graham gulped. He was not prepared for Egg.

As Graham stepped outside and Egg came closer, he could see the dangerous glint in his eye.

Egg glared with all the wrath of 9047 intellectually-challenged mushy monkeys. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want poo."

Graham looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the warped corona. "Egg, flip THE JEWS," he replied.

They looked at each other with hatred feelings, like two old-fashioned, orange ostriches charging at a very gay rave, which had rock music playing in the background and two jewish uncles dominating to the beat.

Suddenly, Egg lunged forward and tried to punch Graham in the face. Quickly, Graham grabbed the warped corona and brought it down on Egg's skull.

Egg's buff legs trembled and his bulky arms wobbled. He looked grumpy, his emotions raw like a knowledgeable, kaleidoscopic keyboard.

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

Graham went back inside and made himself a nice drink of corona.

THE END