Ok so my girlfriend said she wanted to some over to my house today, i said ya sure. I have this display of stuffed toys on the shelves of my rooms and its a pretty large collection, and im really proud of it. They range from mickey mice to hamburgers and all of them a specially handpicked by me. I didnt think it would be a big deal for her to see it because i believe in true love that a girl should love me for who i am. You know, as a kind of test.
When she came i led her to my room and eyed her discreetly, awaiting a response. When she laid eyes upon my beloved collection i saw a twisted contorted expression form on her face, then as though she thought of something she smiled and asked: "Your sister keeps her toys here huh? Your pretty kind too let her use your room like that." I corrected her by saying the collection is mine, a little annoyed. She laughed adn told me to quit joking i said it was real.When the truth began to sink in her eyes widened and she said "Thats pretty girly of you."
There was a awkward silence for a while. Then i manned up and told her she should love me for who i am. I saw her look in disgust at my milk bottle plush toy, then said she can pretend none of this happened if i disposed of the collection. Thats ridiculous! She cant tell me what i can or cant keep. I told her i cannot do that and she started screaming about how i love the collection more than her. She then picked up cushy bear and tore out one of his limbs.
It was then i realised. I did love my collection more than i love her. I lunged forward and elbowed her in the spleen. She screamed and grabbed random stuffed animals from the shelves, ripping them up like a savage werewolf. I screamed in rage and lunged again. This time, she was prepared, she dodged and landed a kick to my ankle. I fell on the cold hard floor. Then she tried to suffocate me with the torn bits of Fluffy the Sheep. "NOOOOOOO! Why have you turned against me ???!" I screamed in my head.
I tried to cry out, but it was no use, there was fluff in my mouth and no one was around. In a last ditch effort to esape from the madwoman, i did a palm smack i learned from Fight Science on her face. It worked, she fell back flat on the floor. Then a voice in my head cried "Finish Her!" and i did a curb stomp on instinct, and the battle was over.
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