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Today, I decided that I should take Micheal and Trent and insert them in a story generator. This was the result of the information I put in. The only things I inserted into the blanks it asked for were their names, the part where it tells Micheal to go away, and the name Minehut. Everything else I just clicked suggest and moved on. I didn't fix any grammatical errors as I wanted to give you this in it's pure form. Also J Swizzle is now my pen name.
P.S. All the opinions of them in this story are not mine and are just what the generator said. Micheal and Trent, you rock.
Two Thoughtful Uncles Thinking to the Beat
A Short Story
by J swizzle
Trent had always loved wonderful Minehut with its proud, puny players. It was a place where he felt happy.
He was an annoying, lovable, milk drinker with large arms and red legs. His friends saw him as a great, grubby god. Once, he had even helped an awful Micheal cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
Trent walked over to the window and reflected on his occasionally laggy surroundings. The rain hammered like running ostrich.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Micheal. Micheal was a brave animal with wobbly arms and fragile legs.
Trent gulped. He was not prepared for Micheal.
As Trent stepped outside and Micheal came closer, he could see the faffdorking glint in his eye.
Micheal gazed with the affection of 503 loyal leaking lizards. He said, in hushed tones, "I want hug."
Trent looked back, even more eager and still touching the sticky table. "Micheal, go away," he replied.
They looked at each other with confused feelings, like two teeny-tiny, thirsty turtles hating at a very aggressive Trent's birthday party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two thoughtful uncles thinking to the beat.
Trent regarded Micheal's wobbly arms and fragile legs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Trent with a delighted grin.
Micheal looked sad, his emotions blushing like an unrealistic, united U.S. Library of Congress.
Then Micheal came inside for a nice drink of milk.
THE END
