Glance Lovesmith
Glance Lovesmith woke up in his bed at 9am Nepal time. He threw his blanket, which was smooth and itchy, to the side and walked outside, already wearing a navy-blue three-piece suit. Glance caught a horse-taxi and headed to the local fruit market, which was always filled with women. Glance carefully glanced at seven women at the same time, who all glanced back at Glance. Glance felt his pants become tighter for some reason, probably because he was quickly becoming obese. Glance ran to the local outhouse and dropped a heavy, romantic turd down the compassionate, loving wooden hole. He reached to flush his neat mess, but flushing didn't exist yet.
Glance Lovesmith saw an NPC of unspecified gender selling rotten temporal fruits.
"Hello NPC, I'd like to buy all your organs," Exclaimed Lovesmith.
"My name is Stevia, and I am a woman," replied the NPC who is a woman.
"Stevia, remove your teeth for me, pretty please?"
Stevia Jackson obliged and removed her dentures which were made of solidified snot.
"Golly, you look so much more beautiful. I'm taking you home!" shouted Glance at 36 decibels.
Glance took Stevia Jackson back to his quarters in the Palace of Dukeshire. He resided in the master bedroom, which was larger than 3 turtles. Glance and Stevia took each others clothes off, but for strictly non-sexual reasons because they subscribed to the ideology of nudism. Glance took a nap, and Stevia took a crap.
Later that night, Glance and Stevia lustfully ate some shrimps. It was very romantic.
"I love you for some reason!" Shouted Glance in a very smooth, seductive tone.
"I love you too, Vance!" Responded Stevia gleefully.
This is the moment Stevia knew she fucked up.
"You said the wrong name," said Glance in a dry, neurotic tone.
"I can't help it! I'm an NPC!" responded the NPC.
"Okay, well I'm going to sleep, and I'm going to kindly ask you to leave," replied Glance Lovesmith, as he physically threw her out of the room. Then he took four more naps. In a row.
