A/N: Ok, so I came across this website called Plot Generator (I do not own it), and decided to see what it could come up with. All you do is enter the characters' names, the setting and stuff like that. These are the exact words, so yes, I know there are typos.

Callum Hunt looked at the stripy torch in his hands and felt delighted.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his hidden surroundings. He had always loved magical The Magisterium with its round, rabblesnatching rocks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel delighted.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Tamara Rajavi. Tamara was a stupid angel with grubby eyelashes and brunette moles.

Call gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a daring, grateful, root beer drinker with curvy eyelashes and scrawny moles. His friends saw him as an afraid, angry animal. Once, he had even helped an unnatural baby cross the road.

But not even a daring person who had once helped an unnatural baby cross the road, was prepared for what Tamara had in store today.

The hail pounded like hopping badgers, making Call shocked.

As Call stepped outside and Tamara came closer, he could see the melted glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want a donut," Tamara bellowed, in an optimistic tone. She slammed her fist against Call's chest, with the force of 4400 elephants. "I love you, Callum Hunt."

Call looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the stripy torch. "Tamara, you can't have my donut," he replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two mutated mice sleeping at a very courageous accident, which had jazz music playing in the background and two kind uncles singing to the beat.

Callum regarded Tamara's grubby eyelashes and brunette moles. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Tamara.

"Please?" begged Callum with puppy dog eyes.

Tamara looked healthy, her body blushing like a rough, round record.

Then Tamara came inside for a nice drink of root beer.

THE END