Jeff Torrance looked at the magic hawk in his hands and felt sleepy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his grey surroundings. He had always loved magical Bangkok with its tough, tan trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sleepy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Gary Blunder. Gary was a snotty brute with grubby fingers and brunette hands.

Jeff gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an articulate, malicious, cocoa drinker with ugly fingers and ruddy hands. His friends saw him as a funkelplopping, friendly friend. Once, he had even helped a young old man recover from a flying accident.

But not even an articulate person who had once helped a young old man recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Gary had in store today.

The hail pounded like singing dogs, making Jeff ambivalent.

As Jeff stepped outside and Gary came closer, he could see the aggressive smile on his face.

"I am here because I want a kiss," Gary bellowed, in a rude tone. He slammed his fist against Jeff's chest, with the force of 7454 rabbits. "I frigging love you, Jeff Torrance."

Jeff looked back, even more ambivalent and still fingering the magic hawk. "Gary, I've got a new job," he replied.

They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two old-fashioned, old owls talking at a very incredible funeral, which had flute music playing in the background and two virtuous uncles jumping to the beat.

Jeff studied Gary's grubby fingers and brunette hands. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you a kiss," he explained, in pitying tones.

Gary looked ecstatic, his body raw like a tall, thoughtful teapot.

Jeff could actually hear Gary's body shatter into 5872 pieces. Then the snotty brute hurried away into the distance.

Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Jeff's nerves tonight. 

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