I decided to try a story generator.

You only had to type in the names and look what came out!!! I laughed my ass off!!!

Mikey Sano was thinking about Izana Sano again. Izana was a kind patient with pointy lips and sticky eyes.

Mikey walked over to the window and reflected on his empty surroundings. He had always loved cold Apartment with its bright, big big. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel scared.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a kind figure of Izana Sano.

Mikey gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a stupid, splendid, wine drinker with fragile lips and slimy eyes. His friends saw him as a quirky, queenlike queen. Once, he had even rescued a clean kitten from a burning building.

But not even a stupid person who had once rescued a clean kitten from a burning building, was prepared for what Izana had in store today.

The snow flurried like dancing koalas, making Mikey sad. Mikey grabbed a warped guillotine that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Mikey stepped outside and Izana came closer, he could see the fast glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want power," Izana bellowed, in a sinister tone. She slammed her fist against Mikey's chest, with the force of 4458 horses. "I frigging hate you, Mikey Sano."

Mikey looked back, even more sad and still fingering the warped guillotine. "Izana, I love u," he replied.

They looked at each other with hurt feelings, like two funny, fresh frogs loving at a very tactless accident, which had trance music playing in the background and two snotty uncles jogging to the beat.

Suddenly, Izana lunged forward and tried to punch Mikey in the face. Quickly, Mikey grabbed the warped guillotine and brought it down on Izana's skull.

Izana's pointy lips trembled and her sticky eyes wobbled. She looked angst, her body raw like a grotesque, grisly gun.

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

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

THE END