Wendle

Wendle GE looked at the solid hat in his hands and felt happy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his LowSec surroundings. He had always loved Null Shanghai with its arrogant, alert Amarr Space. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Una Willis. Una was a thoughtless coward with hairy eyes and fat ankles.

Wendle gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a sinister, forgetful, cocoa drinker with skinny eyes and red ankles. His friends saw him as a great, grated god. Once, he had even helped a spilt deaf person recover from a flying accident.

But not even a sinister person who had once helped a spilt deaf person recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Una had in store today.

The sun shone like gyrating midgets, making Wendle relaxed.

As Wendle stepped outside and Una came closer, he could see the massive glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want a resolution," Una bellowed, in a violent tone. She slammed her fist against Wendle's chest, with the force of 2154 corpses. "I frigging love you, Wendle GE."

Wendle looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the solid hat. "Una, get off my ship," he replied.

They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two leaking, loose little perseons skipping at a very articulate , which had jazz music playing in the background and two deranged uncles cooking to the beat.

Suddenly, Una lunged forward and tried to punch Wendle in the face. Quickly, Wendle grabbed the solid hat and brought it down on Una's skull.

Una's hairy eyes trembled and her fat ankles wobbled. She looked active, her body raw like a kind, kindhearted kettle.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Una Willis was dead.

Wendle GE went back inside and made himself a nice mug of cocoa.