I made use of an Online Plot Generator, admire the result here, but first read what readers had to say about “Buggy Fiverr”… (I swear it was a generator, it just asked me to put different words in 
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Auto Praise for Buggy Fiverr
"I feel like I know Johnny Fiverr. In a way, it feels as though I’ve always known him."
- The Daily Tale
"About as enjoyable as being hailed on whilst taking in washing that has been targeted by seagulls with the squits."
- Enid Kibbler
"Saying the cloud teased like doing scotties is just the kind of literary device that makes this brilliant."
- Hit the Spoof
"I could do better."
- Zob Gloop
Buggy Fiverr
A Short Story
by Discobot
Johnny Fiverr had always loved buggy Fiverr with its glorious, grieving greenery. It was a place where he felt happy.
He was a loquacious, upbeat, Chartreuse drinker with languid beards and smallish necks. His friends saw him as a stinky, strong saint. Once, he had even revived a dying, newbie. That’s the sort of man he was.
Johnny walked over to the window and reflected on his doerish surroundings. The cloud teased like doing scotties.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Disco Bot. Disco was a hard but fair robot with fluffy beards and brooding necks.
Johnny gulped. He was not prepared for Disco.
As Johnny stepped outside and Disco came closer, he could see the wooden glint in her eye.
Disco gazed with the affection of 6638 striking putrid possums. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want mutual cancellation.”
Johnny looked back, even more harsh and still fingering the darn coffee. “Disco, I am your buyer,” he replied.
They looked at each other with grumpy feelings, like two cooperative, crazy cats reading at a very vigilant water cooler, which had dubstep music playing in the background and two noisy uncles writing to the beat.
Johnny regarded Disco’s fluffy beards and brooding necks. “I feel the same way!” revealed Johnny with a delighted grin.
Disco looked whiney, her emotions blushing like a cold, clever cookies.
Then Disco came inside for a nice drink of Chartreuse.
THE END
(please stop doing that - it’s run its course, and although we’re all really really pleased for you - it’s dead boring for the rest of us!).
He’s not camera shy, too.
, poor guy needs more sun - look at those legs. 
people how to use them! 