"All right, bros," coughed the tough man.
The tough man, named Travis Cockle, loved to talk to his friends about every day stuff. He was tall and strong, muscled and fast. He was flexible, a daredevil, and a very humble and sweet person. He is happy all the time and is nice to friends. He loves chatting, and has a profession in boxing. He stood next to a short, chubby man who had a bushy, brunet moustache and auburn hair. His eyes were enchanted blue. Next to him stood a medium-built man who had glasses, a prickly goatee, ivory singlet, denim jeans and held a gun under his armpit, a long brown and ebony sniper, for some reason. They were walking across the street in the direction of their house mere meters away from Broadway. Right now they were going down Holy Trinity Church.
"Have you heard the new gossip? Prince Jordan just got murdered."
And Travis went on and on about gossip.
Prince Jordan's Relatives
Prince Jordan's heir
World War II
We're not finished yet.
Five Nights At Freddy's
FINALLY, IT ENDED THERE.
Ten Years Later ............
Travis Cockle was walking home one day talking about stuff until his friend couldn't take it any more. He pulled out the sniper and cracked a bullet. Scarlet and Crimson blood began flooding out of his chest. His friends walked off like nothing happened and ten hours later in the middle of the night a car ran over his dead body and heard a gigantic SQUISH!!!!!!!!!!!!! and he was rushed to the hospital. But he was dead. And he was buried. But his friends could still hear his voice inside their heads saying, "So the cow squished out . . . Oooh! The Pizza at the new pizza shop is amazing? Have you ----" And on and on.