Matt Greenway looked at the ripped kettle in his hands and felt stable.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his snooty surroundings. He had always loved grey Paris with its zany, zealous zoos. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel stable.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Christian Giantbulb. Christian was a cowardly hero with brunette fingers and handsome spots.

Matt gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a greedy, sympathetic, port drinker with slimy fingers and pink spots. His friends saw him as a mashed, miniature monster. Once, he had even helped an envious kitten cross the road.

But not even a greedy person who had once helped an envious kitten cross the road, was prepared for what Christian had in store today.

The snow flurried like sitting rabbits, making Matt happy.

As Matt stepped outside and Christian came closer, he could see the hushed glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want peace," Christian bellowed, in a thoughtless tone. He slammed his fist against Matt's chest, with the force of 3749 lizards. "I frigging hate you, Matt Greenway."

Matt looked back, even more happy and still fingering the ripped kettle. "Christian, you must think I was born yesterday," he replied.

They looked at each other with sneezy feelings, like two cuddly, calm cats walking at a very scheming Valentine's meal, which had jazz music playing in the background and two sympathetic uncles rampaging to the beat.

Matt studied Christian's brunette fingers and handsome spots. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you peace," he explained, in pitying tones.

Christian looked fuzzy, his body raw like a huge, handsome hat.

Matt could actually hear Christian's body shatter into 7293 pieces. Then the cowardly hero hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of port would calm Matt's nerves tonight.
 
Notice: I, again used another story generator because I needed ideas.