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Danny DeVito looked at the enchanted kettle in his hands and felt unstable.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his rural surroundings. He had always hated old-fashioned The Room Where It Happens with its valid, victorious volcanoes. 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 Gordon Ramsay. Gordon was a spiteful god with beautiful thighs and charming ankles.

Danny gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a stupid, gentle, cocoa drinker with fragile thighs and scrawny ankles. His friends saw him as a squealing, snotty saint. Once, he had even saved a jittery kitten that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a stupid person who had once saved a jittery kitten that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Gordon had in store today.

The rain hammered like eating frogs, making Danny concerned.

As Danny stepped outside and Gordon came closer, he could see the wonderful glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want Instagram followers," Gordon bellowed, in a wild tone. He slammed his fist against Danny's chest, with the force of 7386 pigeons. "I frigging hate you, Danny DeVito."

Danny looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the enchanted kettle. "Gordon, I adore your eyebrows," he replied.

They looked at each other with confident feelings, like two gleaming, glorious guppies sleeping at a very virtuous Hamilton and Eliza's wedding anniversary, which had showtunes music playing in the background and two cute uncles throwing to the beat.

Danny studied Gordon's beautiful thighs and charming ankles. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you Instagram followers," he explained, in pitying tones.

Gordon looked sneezy, his body raw like a rich, ripe ruler.

Danny could actually hear Gordon's body shatter into 6352 pieces. Then the spiteful god hurried away into the distance.

Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Danny's nerves tonight.

THE END

Suffering A Tiny Death
A Drabble
by titanium
It was a brunette day accentuated by the brown hail. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer a tiny death.

I was enjoying talking gleefully as Bro jumped calmly, like an urban owl laughing carefully.

The newspaper had brunette feathers and a brown lid. It didn't look dangerous. Not even its nippy trees warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in its shelves.

I can still vividly recall the torch coming down on my toenails like a pretty rock - chatter. My life slipped away.

Only dearest Auntie weeps for me.
~ 100 words ~

Kathy Malkovich had always loved sleepy Sydney with its odd, ordinary oceans. It was a place where she felt lonely.

She was a courageous, stable, tea drinker with tall fingernails and skinny arms. Her friends saw her as a different, damp doctor. Once, she had even brought a dark baby flamingo back from the brink of death. That's the sort of woman he was.

Kathy walked over to the window and reflected on her wild surroundings. The snow flurried like eating badgers.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Elizabeth Nolan. Elizabeth was an understanding friend with brown fingernails and short arms.

Kathy gulped. She was not prepared for Elizabeth.

As Kathy stepped outside and Elizabeth came closer, she could see the silly glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want a kiss," Elizabeth bellowed, in a violent tone. She slammed her fist against Kathy's chest, with the force of 8732 elephants. "I frigging love you, Kathy Malkovich."

Kathy looked back, even more sad and still fingering the solid banana. "Elizabeth, get out of my house," she replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two tame, tiny tortoises thinking at a very rude funeral, which had jazz music playing in the background and two proud uncles swimming to the beat.

Suddenly, Elizabeth lunged forward and tried to punch Kathy in the face. Quickly, Kathy grabbed the solid banana and brought it down on Elizabeth's skull.

Elizabeth's brown fingernails trembled and her short arms wobbled. She looked confident, her body raw like a blue-eyed, bright blade.

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

Kathy Malkovich went back inside and made herself a nice cup of tea.

THE END