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Greedy Mathias Khan (Click to View)

Harold Thornhill looked at the squidgy rock in his hands and felt worried.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his sunny surroundings. He had always loved crowded Los Angeles with its manky, mangled mountains. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel worried.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mathias Khan. Mathias was a greedy hero with grubby arms and beautiful feet.

Harold gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a sinister, ruthless, port drinker with moist arms and curvy feet. His friends saw him as a relieved, ripe rover. Once, he had even brought a repulsive toddler back from the brink of death.

But not even a sinister person who had once brought a repulsive toddler back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Mathias had in store today.

The sun shone like rampaging toads, making Harold confident.

As Harold stepped outside and Mathias came closer, he could see the squashed glint in his eye.

Mathias gazed with the affection of 4704 energetic obedient ostriches. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."

Harold looked back, even more confident and still fingering the squidgy rock. "Mathias, eat my shorts," he replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two mashed, misty mice thinking at a very modest wake, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two mean uncles talking to the beat.

Suddenly, Mathias lunged forward and tried to punch Harold in the face. Quickly, Harold grabbed the squidgy rock and brought it down on Mathias's skull.

Mathias's grubby arms trembled and his beautiful feet wobbled. He looked stable, his emotions raw like a red, ripe record.

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

Harold Thornhill went back inside and made himself a nice glass of port.

THE END