“Put that geansai gorm on before you before you go out in to that cold weather”, said Mrs Fishmore. “Aye aye”, said little Tommy Fishmore and with that, he pulled the dark blue geansai gorm over his head, temporarily blinding himself due to the geansai gorm’s natural ability to block out light with it’s tightly woven wool threads.
Little Tommy fled the house and upon leaving the front gate, ripped the geansai gorm from his chest in one smooth swooshing motion. “Take that you evil piece of clothing… now prepare to die as i fetch a rock to squash you with”.
Little Tommy left the geansai gorm in the middle of the footpath whilst he skipped along trying to find a nice big rock to throw at the geansai gorm.
Meanwhile, John-Joe Tierney from up the road left his house, as he does every morning at precisely 7.59 a.m. to walk to work. He too wore a geansai gorm. Not the same as little Tommy’s though, this one was much lighter in colour… it was also an XL. Little Tommy’s was a Medium.
As John-Joe walked down the road towards the geansai gorm which little Tommy had thrown off of himself, a crow appeared on a nearby chimney top, followed closely by a mafia gang of crows. John-Joe glanced up at these birds and kept on walking towards little Tommy’s geansai gorm - oblivious to the fact these were in fact mafia crows gathering around suspiciously and not just regular crows.
As John-Joe approached the geansai gorm, a gust of wind blew the jumper on to his moving feet. The weight of the geansai and manner in which the sleeves wrapped itself around John Joe’s feet, forced John Joe to the ground… tripping him badly and smashing his oval shaped head off a nearby postbox on the way down.
John Joe remained motionless. A flock of crows swooped down and pecked at John Joe’s shoes until they fell off. Eventually, they got both shoes off and two larger crows grabbed them by the laces and proceeded to fly off.
From out of nowhere, two gunshots were fired… it was little Tommy - armed with an AK47 and 3 flash grenades. The jumper which was wrapped around John Joe’s motionless body, slowly began to move in a moonwalk fashion across the road.
At this stage little Tommy was sprinting towards the jumper, grenade in hand, pin in mouth. Suddenly, a freak tornado touched down and due to the variation in wind speed and direction, little Tommy swallowed the grenade pin and dropped the flash grenade at his feet. 2.5 seconds later, blood sprayed out in a perfect 360 degree circle, the tornado inhaling it all and removing any trace of little Tommy.
The geansai gorm rolled in to the tornado and sped up in to the sky, never to be seen again…