Will Pigeon looked at the cursed sandwich in his hands and felt surprised.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his idyllic surroundings. He had always loved grey Chicago with its grim, graceful gates. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel surprised.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Daniel Bishop. Daniel was a callous monster with chubby thighs and pink moles.
Will gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cowardly, loving, squash drinker with ginger thighs and ginger moles. His friends saw him as a kooky, kaleidoscopic knight. Once, he had even helped an unlawful baby bird cross the road.
But not even a cowardly person who had once helped an unlawful baby bird cross the road, was prepared for what Daniel had in store today.
The sun shone like rampaging elephants, making Will delighted.
As Will stepped outside and Daniel came closer, he could see the clever smile on his face.
"Look Will," growled Daniel, with a stable glare that reminded Will of callous badgers. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want revenge. You owe me 857 pounds."
Will looked back, even more delighted and still fingering the cursed sandwich. "Daniel, get out of my house," he replied.
They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two bad, barbecued blue bottles dancing at a very sinister holiday, which had piano music playing in the background and two mean uncles partying to the beat.
Suddenly, Daniel lunged forward and tried to punch Will in the face. Quickly, Will grabbed the cursed sandwich and brought it down on Daniel's skull.
Daniel's chubby thighs trembled and his pink moles wobbled. He looked relaxed, his wallet raw like a blue-eyed, bad banana.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Daniel Bishop was dead.
Will Pigeon went back inside and made himself a nice beaker of squash.