Allen, was an old veteran of a mosquito. He had sucked blood in the Vietnam war, in the dark bloody days of the Belgium Congo, he was even at hand in the Crimean war. But at his now old old age, he just couldn't be fucked with polite formalities anymore, if he wanted to feed, then by god he would feed, and if some snotty nose little brat were to kill him, then so be it; he wasn't going to prance around like some young hip mosquito, playing the contrived games of humans, he would go straight for the fresh juicy blood and that was that.
kaleingtin, was a decent, young, promising boy with a heart of gold. But he damned hated those hellish mosquitoes, they drove him nutty. On many a summers night he wished that they would all be wiped out in a nuclear war or something. This animosity was slowly consuming him from the inside out; he knew this, but it just simply couldn't be helped.
God, was in a reflective and introverted mood when # saw the sad situation of boy and mosquito, and # thought to #self,."Little boy, are you so so blind that you cannot not see that man was created from the limb of mosquito, the sacred limb that I personally snapped off my best freind millions of years ago".... God, with a heavy heart and teary eye got so worked up, that # just thought."Ahgh, to hell with this whole damn operation, if a mosquito can't even drink blood in peace then whats the point?" so with this in mind # impulsively decided to pull the plug on the universe and start afresh.
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