Articulate Bummy TV
A Short Story
by Boogle
Bummy TV looked at the kar98k in his hands and felt sad.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved cold Vikendi with its sturdy, straight snow. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of LURN . LURN was a grateful queen with feathery warts and fluffy toenails.

Bummy gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an articulate, splendid, whiskey drinker with curvaceous warts and moist toenails. His friends saw him as a green, gigantic god. Once, he had even revived a dying, shroud.

But not even an articulate person who had once revived a dying, shroud, was prepared for what LURN had in store today.

The snow flurried like drinking wolves, making Bummy anxious.

As Bummy stepped outside and LURN came closer, he could see the comfortable glint in her eye.

LURN glared with all the wrath of 100 cowardly combative cats. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want a restraining order."

Bummy looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the kar98k. "LURN, i love you," he replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two delightful, distinct dogs bouncing at a very popular winner winner chicken dinner, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two brave uncles sitting to the beat.

Suddenly, LURN lunged forward and tried to punch Bummy in the face. Quickly, Bummy grabbed the kar98k and brought it down on LURN's skull.

LURN's feathery warts trembled and her fluffy toenails wobbled. She looked angry, her emotions raw like a mashed, miniature map.

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

Bummy TV went back inside and made himself a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END