Albert Doop was thinking about Reginald Parker again. Reginald was a brutal lawyer with hairy eyelashes and moist legs.
Albert walked over to the window and reflected on his chilly surroundings. He had always loved chilly Exeter with its tall, thundering trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel delighted.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a brutal figure of Reginald Parker.
Albert gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a sinister, considerate, wine drinker with curvaceous eyelashes and wobbly legs. His friends saw him as a jittery, jolly juggler. Once, he had even saved a frantic old man that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a sinister person who had once saved a frantic old man that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Reginald had in store today.
The drizzle rained like drinking rabbits, making Albert sleepy. Albert grabbed a bendy sausage that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Albert stepped outside and Reginald came closer, he could see the cool glint in his eye.
Reginald gazed with the affection of 4769 selfish clear cats. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a resolution."
Albert looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the bendy sausage. "Reginald, I've got a new job," he replied.
They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two dull, determined dogs running at a very grateful holiday, which had flute music playing in the background and two charming uncles boating to the beat.
Suddenly, Reginald lunged forward and tried to punch Albert in the face. Quickly, Albert grabbed the bendy sausage and brought it down on Reginald's skull.
Reginald's hairy eyelashes trembled and his moist legs wobbled. He looked surprised, his emotions raw like a knobbly, kooky kettle.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Reginald Parker was dead.
Albert Doop went back inside and made himself a nice glass of wine.