The youthful but wise and delicate looking blonde male sat at the table. He looked before him to his left; three of his second shelf kitchenplayers, and to his right five of his favorite trrucksmashers. He surveyed the room with the two of his large delicate eyes and a gentle but uncaring and perhaps gluttonous smile.
“So Barhanaha. how was supper last night?”
“Supper?” Responded Barhaha, a reluctant but sweet and charming little kitchenplayer; fine if there ever was one yes.
“Yes supper last night year, why I did not make that out to be a question ha ha ha.
“Oh yeah.. uh supper. It was good I guess; I didn’t really care for the Italian from the prior kn-knight, I mean it was ,kinda obvious the chef just reheated it and did not make something with a new recipe, I mean he just added a bit of spice and threw it in the oven again...”
“Threw it in the oven eh? That’s one way to put it. But it indeed had a bit of spice did it not?”
“Well yes, yes it did that is no”- “No no dear, that is exactly what you meant and exactly I could tell; why I know your face better than some parts of my own, don’t lie to me little kitc, and that’s exactly what your doing. Even kindness done in friendship or happycircumstances it blanketed it outward polarity it still reeks of malice. Keep it to yourself will you?”
At this point had had wrapped his hand around the young player’s skin, and his touch had already relaxed her, and the passion of his seeming guidance, catalyzed the radiance, of his love.
“Won’t you do that Mary”, asked Barnabas.
“Mary”, Mary remained still and daydream.
“I... I love the way you ta- and with that she let out a horrifying shriek of sudden blood and suddenness transformed it into potent rites of Saturn, but only enough to merry his temper
“Wh- whaaaa!”, Mary shrieked as the blood poor forth from her small still developing breast.