A brief disturbing interlude:
King Mark the Pedobear growled as he came in from the woods with lots of leaves clinging to his dirty fur. He raised a massive claw and beckoned with it to his nephew. "Nevvy!" he called, in a voice dripping with lust. "Come to bed with me."
"Okay." Tristram agreed instantly, because he wasn't that bright honestly. "Can I bring the harp?"
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anachronisma I blame you.
Edit: THe conversation that spawned this. The actual fic shall never see the light of day.
Kari: now i can't get the image of a stupid bear out of my head every time Mark's in the story
some giant malicious man-sized teddy bear ripping Tristram's pants off
Sar: yeah
Kari:IT'S REALLY HORRIBLE OKAY
Sar: (1:48:25 PM) I'LL WRITE THAT LITERALLY