Yana Zersa had always loved beautiful Yonius with its obedient, orange orange sky. It was a place where he felt fanatic.
He was a nice, bold, mint tea drinker with pointy hands and sloppy thighs. His friends saw him as a joyous, jittery joker. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a faint child. That's the sort of yonian he was.
Yana walked over to the window and reflected on his airy surroundings. The clouds danced like eating yorms.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ebbe Tussy. Ebbe was an agressive coward with wobbly hands and charming thighs.
Yana gulped. He was not prepared for Ebbe.
As Yana stepped outside and Ebbe came closer, he could see the lovely glint in his eye.
"Look Yana," growled Ebbe, with a plump glare that reminded Yana of agressive yonicorns. "I hate you and I want financial freedom. You owe me 2134 XRP."
Yana looked back, even more brave and still fingering the hard blade. "Ebbe, I made you," he replied.
They looked at each other with casual feelings, like two yarbing, young yumming birds biking at a very dirty funeral, which had pop music playing in the background and two raw uncles cutting to the beat.
Yana studied Ebbe's wobbly hands and charming thighs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Yana. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Ebbe. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted Yana. "Now get your wobbly hands out of here before I hit you with this hard blade."
Ebbe looked beast, his wallet raw like a kaleidoscopic, kooky kettle.
Yana could actually hear Ebbe's wallet shatter into 2134 pieces. Then the agressive coward hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of mint tea would calm Yana's nerves tonight.