Mr Nice

not another time.

he knew he would be in for another disappointment. again. and the story goes...


Mr Nice was a nice man. Everything about him was nice. He had nice manners, nice thoughts, and nice character. Everyone knew Mr Nice when they saw him. How could anyone not know that he is a nice person.

One day, Mr Nice decided to do a nice deed. He knew a girl had work to do in school, so being nice, he offered to accompany her in school. The girl was Miss flicK. Mr Nice suggested they could have dinner after that and Miss flicK said that was possible. Mr Nice thought they would have a nice evening, complete with a nice dinner and a nice conversation.

The next day, Mr Nice went to school. True enough, he saw Miss flicK doing her work in the lab. Mr Nice sat down beside Miss flicK and, being nice, asked her how things were progressing. Miss flicK flicked off Mr Nice and said "You can do your own work." Mr Nice listened to her and did his work.

After a short while, everything was short and sweet in NiceLand, Miss flicK said that she was hungry. Mr Nice, who had been waiting for this moment to show his niceness, took out a Belgium waffle and a pack of Dark Chocolate pearls and gave them to Miss flicK. Miss flicK went "ooh!" and continued doing her work.

Not long after, Miss flicK had finished her work. Mr Nice, who had brought a blank DVD, for Miss flicK had needed a blank DVD to save her work, passed it to her and helped her saved her work nicely into the DVD. Miss flicK then went off to submit her work while Mr Nice continued doing his work, still thinking about the nice evening he had planned nicely in his mind.

When Miss flicK came back, she said "I'll be having lunch with my friends. They are waiting for me. Where are you going after this?" And then Miss flicK started to pack up.

"Er... home."

Mr Nice was confused. What about the nice dinner and the nice evening, he thought to himself. The nice thoughts in his mind became not so nice anymore. Then Mr Nice realised that Miss flicK was flicking him away. So there goes the nice dinner, nice conversation and the nice evening Mr Nice thought he would have.

After Miss flicK had finished packing, and with a "bye", she left, once again flicking away what she doesn't need or want. Mr Nice stayed back alone in the lab, wondering about the nice plans he had for a supposedly nice evening.

Sadly, and disappointedly, Mr Nice packed up and left, wandering the streets. Everywhere he looked, everything did not look nice anymore. NiceLand has turned into SadLand.

From that day on, Mr Nice told himself he would never be nice anymore. But he still did, because he is Mr Nice. And there will only be one Mr Nice and NiceLand would be NiceLand again. So Mr Nice continued being nice to nice people in NiceLand in every nice way and with nice manners.

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