Nell white looked at the squidgy record in his hands and felt stressed.He walked over to the window and reflected on his dirty surroundings. He had always hated creepy Amsterdam with its few, faffdorking fields. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel stressed.Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Tyler Gribben. Tyler was a stingy saint with beautiful abs and ample toenails.Nell gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a depressed, lonley, brandy drinker with chubby abs and pretty toenails. His friends saw him as a few, faffdorking friend. Once, he had even helped a pretty disabled person cross the road.But not even a depressed person who had once helped a pretty disabled person cross the road, was prepared for what Tyler had in store today.The moon shone like drinking tortoises, making Nell sneezy.As Nell stepped outside and Tyler came closer, he could see the witty glint in his eye."I am here because I want justice," Tyler bellowed, in a sad tone. He slammed his fist against Nell's chest, with the force of 7393 bears. "I frigging hate you, Nell white."Nell looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the squidgy record. "Tyler, you must think I was born yesterday," he replied.They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two knowing, kooky koalas dancing at a very popular rave, which had pop music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles rampaging to the beat.Nell studied Tyler's beautiful abs and ample toenails. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you justice," he explained, in pitying tones.Tyler looked depressed, his body raw like a teeny, tart torch.Nell could actually hear Tyler's body shatter into 7963 pieces. Then the stingy saint hurried away into the distance.Not even a glass of brandy would calm Nell's nerves tonight.THE END