by RowletAlex » Tue Jul 11, 2017 4:54 pm
Whoa whoa whoa. (I step up, storm over to Ci, and slap the gun from her hand before crushing it underfoot) Listen. You dont have any authority over any of us. Especially not me. Problem with you, you have no respect for your native environment. See this? (I lift a pant leg to reveal a disgustingly large scar) I got this one night when hanging with friends out in the woods. We were all whooping and hollerin and lightin firecrackers off, not caring about what we might do. Then, we was attacked by wild boars. A big nasty male ran straight for me and slammed me to the ground, and started tearin up my leg, giving me this. Fortunately, I knew enough about the wilds to lie still and quiet, and let him finish teaching me a lesson. But you don't have that knowledge. You callin us pigs ain't that far off, but wild boars is more accurate. But if you slip up again, im gonna charge, and unlike wild boars, I can tell the difference between dead and playing dead. That's just the warning, you better be careful, as the government can't trace your body if I throw you in the ocean. (I then proceed to shove her into the ground headfirst, crushing her gun again, while giving her a last gruesome reminder with my scar what happens when you disrespect nature and those who protect it.)
I. HAVE. RETURNED.
All ur chikkins r belong to bOB
“Oh give me a home, where the tree-foxes roam...”