One day a boy and his grandpa went fishing. The boy, was a short and pudgy little fellow, his ragged red t-shirt, and long black jeans didn't fit properly. His shirt was too tight, allowing his belly button to uncomfortable peek out. He hung his chubby feet hung off the dock, as he peered through his red matted hair, admiring his grandpa’s deep blue fishing pole. It was noticeably aged, and a bit decrepit, quite like the boy's grandpa. Hunchback, he held his rod, peering from behind cracked spectacles, with lenses as thick as steak. A worn fishing hat rested on his wrinkly ears, which were almost covered by a scraggly, yet magnificent curly white beard. The two sat on the dock, grandpa's eyes fixated on a bobber afloat in the endless lake. Many hours passed like this, now the sun was gently setting in the horizon, glistening warmly on the water. As if in a dream the bobber, well, finally bobbed. Unsure if it had truly moved, grandpa leaned forward staring even more intensely at the bobber. And sure enough, shwoom! The bobber disappeared into the water. Energized like a caffeinated four year old, grandpa leaped to his sock-sandal clad feet, prepared for a big catch. Startled by the sudden movement from his crazed grandpa, the boy was knocked clean off the dock and plummeted into the water. His grandpa was too busy jumping for joy as he reeled in his catch to notice the boy. Lucky for the boy, the extra chub he was ridiculed for at school was actually saving his life. Apparently, his fat was extra buoyant. So he floated there, watching him joyfully struggle to bring in his fish. He watched and watched, grandpa was slowly slowing down, he seemed to be running out of energy. But then, he stopped all together. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. It was as if someone had shot him with a freeze ray. Confused, the boy turned around to see what was wrong with his grandpa. When he turned his head he was greeted with a large mouth, populated with razor sharp teeth. Suddenly everything was dark. The boy was swallowed by the massive... Thing... That grandpa had caught. But it wasn't caught... It was just angry. Its large eyes glowed red with fury as it swallowed the boy. Grandpa snapped out of his daze. The boy! He dropped his fishing rod and leaped off the dock, landing on the scaly back of the monster. The grandpa released a manly roar, as tore off his shirt, revealing a sharply chiseled chest. He furiously slammed his meaty fists into the monster’s face, and then pried its mouth open with his bare hands. He grabbed the boy from the stomach of the beast, and threw him to shore. Then, in one fluid motion grandpa leaped off the fish, flinging it into the air. And as grandpa gracefully landed a backflip on the dock, the fish plummeted downward. The boy, in a bit of a daze, sat up in awe on the dock. As grandpa approached him... The fish landed on the dock, crushing the grandpa, the boy, and the dock.
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