In the slurriest part of the slurriest town, cornflake walked down the slurriest alleyway, passing all the slurriest people there, who all gave him the slurriest looks ever. Cornflake didn't care at all, and he just continued on his way past them, heading towards his favorite shop in the slurriest part of the slurriest town, the Meatball shop. It was the least slurry place in the whole of the damn slurry town he was in. He quite disliked this place, but since his favorite shop was habitated in it, he knew he had to venture through. It hadn't always been this slurry, it had turned this way only a few years ago when the slurriest bunch of slurry people were elected "Slurriest slurres for this slurry part of slurry earth".

Suddenly, as cornflake was walking down the street, there came an explosion. Someone had thrown a petrol bomb! There was a shockwave from the blast and cornfllake was tossed to the ground, luckily, because flames came wooshing over where his head was seconds ago. There was shouting, screaming, and people running everywhere, smoke everywhere, and people were crashing into one another. Cornflake remained onthe ground, knowing that he would get pulped if he stood up by the raging crowd. So he just rolled to the side, kept rolling, rolling, rolling. Eventually the smoke settled, and the crowd had dispesred. So cornflake picked himself up, and continued on his way to the Meatball shop, through the slurriest part of the slurriest town, now slightly less slurry due to the lesser amount of slurry people who scattered when the petrol bomb was thrown.