I typed snowbazzy things into a story generator and here is the result:
(also it changed all my fucks to flips so there’s that)
Two Flipping Numpty Uncles Drinking Blood to the Beat
Simon Snow was thinking about Baz Pitch again. Baz was a courageous flip vampire with muscular widow’s peak and blue eyed bronze curls.
Simon walked over to the window and reflected on his dangerous surroundings. He had always hated magickal Watford with its worried, wandering wavering wood. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel lustful.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a courageous flip figure of Baz Pitch.
Simon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a blood hungry, alive, liquid butter drinker with mole covered widow’s peak and pale bronze curls. His friends saw him as a curried, cautious chosen one. Once, he had even brought a mysterious Agatha back from the brink of death.
But not even a blood hungry person who had once brought a mysterious Agatha back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Baz had in store today.
The sun shone like plotting Cavalier Spaniel, making Simon disturbed. Simon grabbed an insidious Sword of Mages that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Simon stepped outside and Baz came closer, he could see the cuddly smile on his face.
“I am here because I want love,” Baz bellowed, in a powerful tone. He slammed his fist against Simon’s chest, with the force of 780 chimera. “I frigging love you, Simon Snow.”
Simon looked back, even more disturbed and still fingering the insidious Sword of Mages. “Baz, you absolute nightmare,” he replied.
They looked at each other with exhausted feelings, like two dry, disgusted dragon eating at a very intelligent Christmas Eve, which had violin music music playing in the background and two flipping numpty uncles drinking blood to the beat.
Simon regarded Baz’s muscular widow’s peak and blue eyed bronze curls. He held out his hand. “Let’s not fight,” he whispered, gently.
“Please?” begged Simon with puppy dog eyes.
Baz looked suspicious, his body blushing like a rotten, ratty red ball.
Then Baz came inside for a nice drink of liquid butter.
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