Watermelon, named after his great great grandfather's luchador persona, has been trying to persuade his friend to leave. He is sick of the same old thing; buzz, Watermelon Spice to breeding room. He has gotten sick of it, I mean it was fun for the first ten years but the whole 'I get to do this all the time' aspect wore off.

Sadly his friend, Blue Rust, doesn't want to budge without his girlfriend, something something.

*sigh* You have to feel sorry for the guy.

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This story references to 'The Daily Unlife' by Nyerguds.

This is just a small joke I had and this is how long it shall be.