https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ZlLMyU6yuw>Be Deprived Plymouth>Be Phillip Buttscotch>Phillip Buttscotch had always loved deprived Plymouth with its wet, worried waters. It was a place where he felt happy.>He was a snotty, brutal, whiskey drinker with sloppy fingers and fat moles. >His friends saw him as a vacant, vigilant vicar.>Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a fine baby. That's the sort of man he was.>Phillip walked over to the window and reflected on his quiet surroundings. The wind blew like gyrating maggots.>Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ocean Clifford. >Ocean was a predatory painter with charming fingers and beautiful moles.>Phillip gulped. He was not prepared for Ocean.>As Phillip stepped outside and Ocean came closer, he could see the cruel smile on her face.>"I am here because I want revenge," Ocean bellowed, in a gracious tone. She slammed her fist against Phillip's chest, with the force of 7519 hamsters. "I frigging hate you, Phillip Buttscotch.">Phillip looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the damp guillotine. "Ocean, you must think I was born-yesterday," he replied.>They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two eggy, elated elephants partying at a very popular Valentine's meal, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two vile uncles hopping to the beat.>Phillip studied Ocean's charming fingers and beautiful moles. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you revenge," he explained, in pitying tones.>Ocean looked calm, her body raw like a kaleidoscopic, keen knife.>Phillip could actually hear Ocean's body shatter into 7309 pieces. Then the predatory painter hurried away into the distance.>Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Phillip's nerves tonight.The best stories, are those created by bots.
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