Bosco looked at the Hawt orphans in his hands and felt horny.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his haunting surroundings. He had always hated scary bogelwood with its tough, tart trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel horny.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Willkunn . Willkunn was a weird coward with bent finger and tall toe.

Bosco gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a skinny, bent, blood drinker with skinny finger and ugly toe. His friends saw him as a late, light LAD. Once, he had even rescued a strange bogel from a burning building.

But not even a skinny person who had once rescued a strange bogel from a burning building, was prepared for what Willkunn had in store today.

The snow flurried like running dog, making Bosco relaxed.

As Bosco stepped outside and Willkunn came closer, he could see the hushed smile on his face.

"I am here because I want Skins," Willkunn bellowed, in a stupid tone. He slammed his fist against Bosco's chest, with the force of 1355 eagle. "I frigging love you, Bosco ."

Bosco looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the Hawt orphans. "Willkunn, you're infected," he replied.

They looked at each other with sexy feelings, like two comfortable, cooperative cat killing at a very ugly sesh, which had Techno music playing in the background and two intellectually-challenged uncles flying to the beat.

Suddenly, Willkunn lunged forward and tried to punch Bosco in the face. Quickly, Bosco grabbed the Hawt orphans and brought it down on Willkunn's skull.

Willkunn's bent finger trembled and his tall toe wobbled. He looked happy, his body raw like a kindly, knowledgeable kids.

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

Bosco went back inside and made himself a nice drink of blood.

THE END