Robbie Williams was thinking about Gary Barlow again. Gary was a wild knight with fabulous lips and red tatooes.
Robbie walked over to the window and reflected on his heartwarming surroundings. He had always loved busy on a Take That tour with its spotless, stagnant stage. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel shiny.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a wild figure of Gary Barlow.
Robbie gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a laughing, excited, tea drinker with fit lips and kind of handsome tatooes. His friends saw him as an annoyed, agreeable angel. Once, he had even saved a chilly chicken that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a laughing person who had once saved a chilly chicken that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Gary had in store today.
The clouds danced like smiling monkeys, making Robbie entertaining. Robbie grabbed a full of confetti piano that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Robbie stepped outside and Gary came closer, he could see the shivering smile on his face.
Gary gazed with the affection of 2181 intelligent knobby koalas. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
Robbie looked back, even more entertaining and still fingering the full of confetti piano. "Gary, I can't live without you. You are my angel."," he replied.
They looked at each other with funny feelings, like two hungry, high-pitched hamsters laughing at a very lovable on stage, which had slow band rythms music playing in the background and two gentle uncles dancing to the beat.
Robbie regarded Gary's fabulous lips. "I feel the same way!" revealed Robbie with a delighted grin.
Gary looked sweet, his emotions blushing like a rabblesnatching, round record.
Then Gary came inside for a nice cup of tea.
Wow, what a bromance!
I just don't understand, why Gary have tatooes? That's weird, but funny!