Two Charming Uncles Eating to the Beat

I was browsing the net and decided to see try a story generator and the result was hilarious.
Here's the link if you wanted to try it out:
https://www.plot-generator.org.uk/story/

David Blue was thinking about Ammanda McWaine again. Ammanda was a clumsy dead with skinny head and long hair fingers.

David walked over to the window and reflected on his bloody surroundings. He had always hated dark Chicago with its bloody, blue basement. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel violent.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a clumsy figure of Ammanda McWaine.

David gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a crazy, calm, tea drinker with big head and tall fingers. His friends saw him as a slobbering, slimy scary. Once, he had even revived a dying, toddler.

But not even a crazy person who had once revived a dying, toddler, was prepared for what Ammanda had in store today.

The snow flurried like killing cats, making David scared. David grabbed a sharp khife that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As David stepped outside and Ammanda came closer, he could see the loud smile on her face.

"I am here because I want death," Ammanda bellowed, in a scary tone. She slammed her fist against David's chest, with the force of 5049 foxes. "I frigging hate you, David Blue."

David looked back, even more scared and still fingering the sharp khife. "Ammanda, I just don't need you in-my life any more," he replied.

They looked at each other with satisfied feelings, like two keen, kindhearted kittens cooking at a very selfish snow storm, which had jazz music playing in the background and two charming uncles eating to the beat.

Suddenly, Ammanda lunged forward and tried to punch David in the face. Quickly, David grabbed the sharp khife and brought it down on Ammanda's skull.

Ammanda's skinny head trembled and her long hair fingers wobbled. She looked angry, her body raw like a heavy, healthy hammer.

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

David Blue went back inside and made himself a nice cup of tea.

THE END 

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