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Jack Giantbulb looked at the magic blade in his hands and felt delighted.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his sleepy surroundings. He had always hated beautiful Oxford with its homely, healthy hills. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel delighted.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Forest Torrance. Forest was a remarkable brute with pretty elbows and skinny abs.

Jack gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a special, mean, wine drinker with solid elbows and fluffy abs. His friends saw him as a gifted, grated giant. Once, he had even helped a filthy chicken recover from a flying accident.

But not even a special person who had once helped a filthy chicken recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Forest had in store today.

The drizzle rained like loving cats, making Jack worried.

As Jack stepped outside and Forest came closer, he could see the dead smile on his face.

"I am here because I want revenge," Forest bellowed, in a smart tone. He slammed his fist against Jack's chest, with the force of 6627 monkeys. "I frigging hate you, Jack Giantbulb."

Jack looked back, even more worried and still fingering the magic blade. "Forest, I hate you," he replied.

They looked at each other with cross feelings, like two snotty, spluttering snakes bopping at a very considerate wedding, which had jazz music playing in the background and two thoughtful uncles partying to the beat.

Suddenly, Forest lunged forward and tried to punch Jack in the face. Quickly, Jack grabbed the magic blade and brought it down on Forest's skull.

Forest's pretty elbows trembled 

skinny abs wobbled. He looked jumpy, his body raw like a gigantic, gloopy gun.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Forest Torrance was dead.

Jack Giantbulb went back inside and made himself a nice glass of wine.

THE END