
So I was like, "How 'bout a hug?" But he was all like, "What do you think I am, some sort of hug slut?" Man, that hurt.

Then he assaulted Lisa's purse. He got hold of one of her sandals, too.

Devon started making pointing at them. Then they viciously mauled him. Oh, how we laughed.

These ones were less cute. (They're lying in the shade of the tree.) I forget how old they were, but we weren't allowed to play with them because they attacked someone a while ago. Note rotting chunk of flesh on the left. Yummers!
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