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Chapter 9
Sven was walking around, jutting out his chest (or lack thereof) and acting like Polluto. If you had seen him, you’d have thought he spent too much energy pushing out that turd of his. Sven was dancing, jumping, running, and shouting. You might have said he was enjoying himself. He was so enthusiastic about being Polluto that he (obviously) couldn’t contain himself. After a bit of running, and shouting, and jogging, and jumping, he made his way into a room of the fuzzles he had seen previously, who now seemed to be cowering away from him.
“Hell yeah! Thatth’s right bitches! I’M YO DADDY! BOW DOWN TO MY ALMIGHTY-IMPERIALISTIC-NESS! Wait a minute... Hold on guys. Let me look up what ‘imperialistic’ means” Sven pulled out a small pocket dictionary and searched for the word.
“Okay! Anyhoo... Let’s get back to the groveling!” He continued walking, not realizing the giant Snuzi behind him was generating so much fear, and the fear was causing fuzzle feces, and so on and so forth.
Meanwhile...
Hans was still locked in the Cryo room. The monstrous beings were awakening, and they didn’t look too pretty! They were big, had a green tint (though I would have preferred burgundy), and had the worst buffalo breath this side of the Pecos! Hans thought they were going to mangle him, and feed him to the slogs, but he couldn’t have been further from the grimy, filthy, shit eating truth!
“Hello there, little fellow. Who are you?”
“I... I’m Ha.. Hans...”
“Why hello Hans! What is this? You made us coffee? How nice of you!”
“We... Well, I was running from these fuzzles you see, and...”
“It’s quite alright. As long as they didn’t rip out your flesh and vomit it out on the floor!”
“...Right...”
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