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[Hiruma has been fighting the sloth for days, trying to stay as active as possible. It's a sort of fear of his to not get stuff done, whether it's useful or not like carving wooden figures. *cough* He needs to stay active. It's getting awfully tiresome, though, and it's gnawing on his good mood.
He's spent the day gathering and dragging two huge Santa sacks of hand grenades to his cabin, and is currently examining their quality and calculating their explosion force on a piece of paper. He throws the one he's holding into the "checked" pile and looks over to his crow.]
You're sending this, fucking flaps? Idiot fucking bird...
....
Lately everyone's got the fucking lazy, right? I know it's that fucking boogie man fucking around with us, I'm not fucking stupid. I just don't get the fucking point.
He's spent the day gathering and dragging two huge Santa sacks of hand grenades to his cabin, and is currently examining their quality and calculating their explosion force on a piece of paper. He throws the one he's holding into the "checked" pile and looks over to his crow.]
You're sending this, fucking flaps? Idiot fucking bird...
....
Lately everyone's got the fucking lazy, right? I know it's that fucking boogie man fucking around with us, I'm not fucking stupid. I just don't get the fucking point.