Caring Roger Johnson
A Short Story
by mainiac1820
Roger Johnson looked at the magic guillotine in his hands and felt happy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. He had always loved urban Liverpool with its knowing, kaleidoscopic kettles. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Daniel Superhalk. Daniel was a hilarious monster with curvy toenails and handsome spots.
Roger gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a caring, generous, whiskey drinker with moist toenails and greasy spots. His friends saw him as an expensive, energetic elephant. Once, he had even helped a quiet baby cross the road.
But not even a caring person who had once helped a quiet baby cross the road, was prepared for what Daniel had in store today.
The moon shone like loving pigeons, making Roger irritable.
As Roger stepped outside and Daniel came closer, he could see the fluttering glint in his eye.
"Look Roger," growled Daniel, with a charming glare that reminded Roger of hilarious elephants. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want justice. You owe me 8720 gold pieces."
Roger looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the magic guillotine. "Daniel, yabba Dabba Doo," he replied.
They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two pongy, purring puppies swimming at a very cowardly holiday, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two brave uncles chatting to the beat.
Suddenly, Daniel lunged forward and tried to punch Roger in the face. Quickly, Roger grabbed the magic guillotine and brought it down on Daniel's skull.
Daniel's curvy toenails trembled and his handsome spots wobbled. He looked sparkly, his wallet raw like a gloopy, gentle guillotine.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Daniel Superhalk was dead.
Roger Johnson went back inside and made himself a nice glass of whiskey.
THE END