[b]Strong Lenny Mc( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) A Short Story by [u]Cegiofra[/u][/b] Lenny Mc( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) had always loved dank Bungie.net with its thoughtless, tasteless trolls. It was a place where he felt furious. He was a strong, creepy, unicorn's blood drinker with sexy tentacles and tall eyebrows. His friends saw him as a loud, little lenny. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a valid shitposter. That's the sort of man he was. Lenny walked over to the window and reflected on his mad surroundings. The snow flurried like loving octopuses. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Cthulhu . Cthulhu was a hilarious abyss with wonderful tentacles and moist eyebrows. Lenny gulped. He was not prepared for Cthulhu. As Lenny stepped outside and Cthulhu came closer, he could see the boiling glint in his eye. "I am here because I want revenge," Cthulhu bellowed, in a salty tone. He slammed his fist against Lenny's chest, with the force of 5331 lennys. "I frigging hate you, Lenny Mc( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)." Lenny looked back, even more lennyble and still fingering the dank tentacle. "Cthulhu, I'm the only ruler of this world," he replied. They looked at each other with attracted feelings, like two panicky, plastic pigeons fighting at a very lennyous fight, which had metal music playing in the background and two energetic uncles dancing to the beat. Lenny regarded Cthulhu's wonderful tentacles and moist eyebrows. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently. "Hmph," pondered Cthulhu. "Please?" begged Lenny with puppy dog eyes. Cthulhu looked irritable, his body blushing like a sticky, slimy smile. Then Cthulhu came inside for a nice drink of unicorn's blood. THE END