Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run...
He was a peculiar sight. Tears rolling down his face, stumbling, shaking, cowering. A dead Remoraid was grasped tightly in his fingers.
Bang, bang, bang! Goes the hunter's gun!
Something happened. The temperature rose considerably. The sound of his pounding footsteps changed. It wasn't pavement, it wa---
"WHOA!"
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