Board Thread:Forum Games/@comment-33761737-20191130220729/@comment-36931832-20191214202819

Part: 2

Bully Bully looked at the Bully banana in his hands and felt Bullied. He walked over to the window and reflected on his bad surroundings. He had always loved Big Bully with its blushing, bewildered Bully. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel Bullied. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Bully Bully. Bully was a Bully Bully with tall arms and wide moles. Bully gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a daring, smart, squash drinker with big bully arms and chubby moles. His friends saw him as a blushing, bewildered Bully. Once, he had even helped a giant old lady named Bully cross the road. But not even a daring person who had once helped a giant old lady named Bully cross the road, was prepared for what Bully had in store today. The hail pounded like laughing koalas, making Bully afraid. As Bully stepped outside and Bully came closer, he could see the loopy glint in her eye. Bully glared with all the wrath of 415 arrogant gigantic guppies. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want to bully you." Bully looked back, even more afraid and still holding the bully banana. "Bully, I am a Bully," he replied. They looked at each other with puzzled feelings, like two abundant, aggressive aardvarks eating at a very stingy Bully Party, which had piano music playing in the background and two clever uncles bullying to the beat. Bully regarded Bully's tall arms and wide moles. "I feel the same way!" revealed Bully with a delighted grin. Bully looked lonely, her emotions blushing like a cold, clumsy chain. Then Bully came inside for a nice beaker of squash.

THE END

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