Just press green flag Continue the story Story: whiskers Winfrey looked at the peculiar map in his hands and felt unstable. He walked over to the window and reflected on his quiet surroundings. He had always loved magical The Backyard with its average, adorable A tree. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel unstable. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jimmy Socket. Jimmy was a bold killer with long thighs and slim abs. whiskers gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a predatory, patient, whiskey drinker with purrfect thighs and hairy abs. His friends saw him as a condemned, cruel coward. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a graceful . But not even a predatory person who had once jumped into a river and saved a graceful , was prepared for what Jimmy had in store today. The rainy teased like bouncing cat1, making whiskers puzzled. As whiskers stepped outside and Jimmy came closer, he could see the gentle smile on his face. "Look whiskers," growled Jimmy, with a wild glare that reminded whiskers of bold cat3. "I hate you and I want justice. You owe me 56 dollars." whiskers looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the peculiar map. "Jimmy, exterminate," he replied. They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two cloudy, clean cat2 cooking at a very energetic funeral, which had piano music playing in the background and two charming uncles singing to the beat. Suddenly, Jimmy lunged forward and tried to punch whiskers in the face. Quickly, whiskers grabbed the peculiar map and brought it down on Jimmy's skull. Jimmy's long thighs trembled and his slim abs wobbled. He looked relaxed, his wallet raw like a kaleidoscopic, knotty knife. Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Jimmy Socket was dead. whiskers Winfrey went back inside and made himself a nice glass of whiskey. THE END
Thanks for the project Ivan and Hovik. Jimmy dead by plasma ball.
