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Bizarro Stoatie aimed his sawed-off shotgun at his soon-to-be-prey. The day had begun quietly, mostly with quails and injured puppies and the like (boring stuff really), but then! He spotted the most ferocious beast of them all- the dreaded Honey Badger! Standing 7 and a half feet tall and breathing fire, the dread Honey Badger had been pillaging the Bizarro-British countryside for centuries. Luckily, Bizarro Stoatie was on the case!
“Hehe heh,” he cackled, “now’s my chance to get my sweet revenge- against the creature who KILLED MY STEPSISTER'S COUSIN LENNY!"
Unfortunately, all of his shouting had caught the attention of the beast, who calmly walked over to the ferocious hunter, who was busy cleaning his gun before he used it for the kill.
“Excuse me, dear chap,” Mister Humphrey Delanore “Honey” Badger began, as he polished his monocle with his pocket handkerchief, “but I couldn’t help but over hear you speaking rather loudly about the injuries sustained upon your father, and my own supposed involvement with them.”
Confused by the voice he was hearing, Bizarro Stoatie turned around.
“Aaiiiiieeeeee!” He cried out. Bravely, of course.
“Oh, dearie me, please don’t scream like that, sir!” said Mr. Badger, nearly dropping his monocle. “There’s no reason to get in such a tizzy.”
In a dreadful state of fear, Bizarro Stoatie dropped his weapon and ran to the hills, where upon he stumbled into a polar bear trap he himself had set up earlier in the day. The irony was lost on him. |
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