Once upon a time...
... in a far away village there lived a crazy man named Sue. One could say that Sue was actually the name of a woman, and that would be the truth. This was what made Sue so crazy. Sue was born into a family with 23 other children. He was the youngest son, and his parents had pretty much run out of names by the time they came to him. Sue lived with the merciless teasing of his siblings and his classmates. This made him crack, turning him into a psychopath.
Sue was not your run of the mill psycho. He was a cheese-psycho. Whenever he saw cheese, he had the uncontrollable urge to throw it at the nearest person. This caused him to be kicked out of his family's home. It was bad business sense, because they ran a cheese shop. They were losing business because their son was a crazy cheese thrower.
Sue set out to make his own life, away from the family that had caused him so much agony. Sue decided that the best place for a person like him was the big city, where many psycho's lived unnoticed. He decided that he would set out to become a window washer, for that is what he had always dreamt about. All he had with him was the clothes on his back, his toothbrush, and his trusty stuff pony, Edward Mustang.
After several days of walking, Sue reached the big city. He was in awe. Throughout his entire life, he had never seen a building taller than his family's home. Surrounding him were buildings 10 times the size of his home. He wandered the streets in a daze, getting hit by a car.
Sue died the next morning.
The End.
Sue was not your run of the mill psycho. He was a cheese-psycho. Whenever he saw cheese, he had the uncontrollable urge to throw it at the nearest person. This caused him to be kicked out of his family's home. It was bad business sense, because they ran a cheese shop. They were losing business because their son was a crazy cheese thrower.
Sue set out to make his own life, away from the family that had caused him so much agony. Sue decided that the best place for a person like him was the big city, where many psycho's lived unnoticed. He decided that he would set out to become a window washer, for that is what he had always dreamt about. All he had with him was the clothes on his back, his toothbrush, and his trusty stuff pony, Edward Mustang.
After several days of walking, Sue reached the big city. He was in awe. Throughout his entire life, he had never seen a building taller than his family's home. Surrounding him were buildings 10 times the size of his home. He wandered the streets in a daze, getting hit by a car.
Sue died the next morning.
The End.