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[thatsnotaknife]

[We have several lovely options for our audience today.

A. Hey, everyone knows Kwan, right? Hong Kong's pet tiger? Australia happens to be pet sitting this afternoon, and so he's out in the front yard, playing with Kwan

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[wybrows]

[ Sitting on the porch watching. She is used to this. ]

He's winning.

[thatsnotaknife]

For now! [Trying to get Kwan into a headlock. Kwan digs his claws into Australia's shoulders.]

[wybrows]

[ Does not care one bit. ]

What if the neighbours see ya? Don't embarrass me by losin' to him.

[thatsnotaknife]

I'm not gonna lose to a fucking mammal! He doesn't even have a pouch! [That's how you judge an animal's worth, you know. Australia is knocked to the ground by Kwan, but then he gets his legs free and kicks up, managing to push him off.] Alright, mate, you and me...

[wybrows]

You're takin' too long. Prince Paul coulda finished this long ago. [ Y

yes... ]

[thatsnotaknife]

He's an Aussie, so of course he could. [Y

yes...]

[Kwan and Australia circle each other, poised to attack...]

[wybrows]

He's gonna go for your legs. [ But no helpful comments. That would be silly. ]

[thatsnotaknife]

Nah, love, he's the arms type... [Leaps upon Kwan, knocking the tiger to the ground! Wrestling!!]

[wybrows]

If he was smart, he'd have gone for your legs. C'mon, get it over with. You're embarrassin' me here.

[thatsnotaknife]

[It takes a lot of obvious effort, but Australia manages to wrestle Kwan to the ground and hold him there.] Right, come on... Three... Two... One... I win! There! [Stands up.

Kwan takes another swipe at him.] Come on, mate, I won. Don't be a sore loser.

[wybrows]

Took ya long enough. Even I could have done better.

[ N

no... ]

[thatsnotaknife]

Do me a favour and don't try. Wog-babe already thinks I'm a terrible parent.