Dida story

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DiDA DiDA looked at the damp book in his hands and felt lonely.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. He had always loved creepy Internet with its light, loopy lakes. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel lonely.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of IOSGOD IOSGOD. IOSGOD was a cowardly lover with handsome feet and blonde eyes.

DiDA gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a thoughtless, caring, wine drinker with hairy feet and pretty eyes. His friends saw him as a prickly, pleasant patient. Once, he had even saved a healthy disabled person that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a thoughtless person who had once saved a healthy disabled person that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what IOSGOD had in store today.

The sun shone like eating kittens, making DiDA delighted.

As DiDA stepped outside and IOSGOD came closer, he could see the spotty glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want Moderation," IOSGOD bellowed, in a special tone. She slammed her fist against DiDA's chest, with the force of 865 maggots. "I frigging love you, DiDA DiDA."

DiDA looked back, even more delighted and still fingering the damp book. "IOSGOD, yabba Dabba Doo," he replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two lonely, lively lizards chatting at a very gracious holiday, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two considerate uncles partying to the beat.

Suddenly, IOSGOD lunged forward and tried to punch DiDA in the face. Quickly, DiDA grabbed the damp book and brought it down on IOSGOD's skull.

IOSGOD's handsome feet trembled and her blonde eyes wobbled. She looked worried, her body raw like a tiny, tender torch.

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

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

THE END