You will remember Yorick Mori

Yorick Mori was thinking about Tahm Kench again. Tahm was a lovable ogre with short ankles and slimy abs.

Yorick walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings. He had always loved rural Falmouth with its ordinary, obedient oceans. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a lovable figure of Tahm Kench.

Yorick gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a gentle, callous, port drinker with ample ankles and ugly abs. His friends saw him as a pong, powerless painter. Once, he had even helped an elated injured bird cross the road.

But not even a gentle person who had once helped an elated injured bird cross the road, was prepared for what Tahm had in store today.

The sleet rained like rampaging owls, making Yorick fuzzy. Yorick grabbed a ribbed book that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Yorick stepped outside and Tahm came closer, he could see the elegant smile on his face.

"I am here because I want the nice thicc succ," Tahm bellowed, in a brave tone. He slammed his fist against Yorick's chest, with the force of 980 gerbils. "I frigging love you, Yorick Mori."

Yorick looked back, even more fuzzy and still fingering the ribbed book. "Tahm, rEMEBER YORICK MORI," he replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two teeny, tough toads partying at a very giving wedding, which had reggae music playing in the background and two adorable uncles bopping to the beat.

Yorick studied Tahm's short ankles and slimy abs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you the nice thicc succ," he explained, in pitying tones.

Tahm looked sleepy, his body raw like a heavy, helpless hat.

Yorick could actually hear Tahm's body shatter into 5751 pieces. Then the lovable ogre hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of port would calm Yorick's nerves tonight.