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[ed_wuncler_iii]

Motherfuckin' SMOKE GRENADES!!!

KiiiiYAAAAAAH, BITCH! Them little bastards ain't know what HIT 'EM.

Like World War fucking III here. I be pissed as a motherfucker, some o' my guns been snacked on. They nasty lookin' little motherfuckers. Got dese big fuckin' jaws, an' dey HURT if they bite'choo on accident.

An...

WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK-?!!!

Aw,

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[ed_wuncler_iii]

MOTHERFUCKER BIT MY EAR. MY EAR LOBE IN TWO NOW, RUMMY. IN TWO. TRY TO EAT MY EARRING.

MOTHERFUCKER.

I flailin', so's I guess I hit the keyboard, an' it do somethin'.

Yo, Rummy, y'all ain' need'a worry 'bout hoppin' the fence t'my place no more. Yo, check it. THEY AIN'T NO FENCE NIGGA, ha HA!

Gotta get some paper towels fer th' bleedin'...

[ed_wuncler_iii]

I pinched the motherfucker's life out a'tween m' two fingers. Little bastard.

Yo, c'n you sew my ear back t'gether? 'Ppreciate it, if y'could.

Bu' yo! DON' let those motherfuckers swarm you, 'cause dey go f'r anything dat smells tasty.

An' you better watch out f'r m' grandad, he fuckin' pissed. He yellin' at anythin' that moves.

I be outside, man. I ain't gonna wait f'r them nasty-ass little bastards t'come back.