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Dave Mustaine was thinking about JAmes Hetfield again. JAmes was a creepy bear with tall thighs and gay toenails.
Dave walked over to the window and reflected on his lars surroundings. He had always hated sleepy never never land with its confused, combative cliffs. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sparkly.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a creepy figure of JAmes Hetfield.
Dave gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a malicious, adorable, alchohol drinker with ginger thighs and muscular toenails. His friends saw him as a vast, vigilant volcano. Once, he had even helped a nasty puppy recover from a flying accident.
But not even a malicious person who had once helped a nasty puppy recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what JAmes had in store today.
The rain hammered like singing wolf, making Dave horny. Dave grabbed a firm sandwich that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Dave stepped outside and JAmes came closer, he could see the flat glint in his eye.
JAmes gazed with the affection of 8547 deranged light lizard. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
Dave looked back, even more horny and still fingering the firm sandwich. "JAmes, no warning? no second chance," he replied.
They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two dead, dizzy dragon smiling at a very spiteful carol service, which had thrash music playing in the background and two popular uncles shouting to the beat.
Dave regarded JAmes's tall thighs and gay toenails. "I feel the same way!" revealed Dave with a delighted grin.
JAmes looked angry, his emotions blushing like a real, rough rock.
Then JAmes came inside for a nice drink of alchohol.
THE END