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After her 34th stint in the iron lodge for vagrancy Little Beaver wanders the streets of Spaghetti Town looking for direction.
The sight of an old lech staring lasciviously at a Divine Touch billboard reminds the young brave of her sagely grandpa, who always had some wisdom to dispense.
>Grampa say, "to blaze trail fire always necessary"
Little Beaver's grandfather often spoke in riddles and metaphors, but she'd found that taking his words at face value often yielded fruit.
The Oppai builds a small mound out of flammable trash and looks about for a fire starter.
She finds a discarded vape pen.
Little Beaver has seen the black cylinders emit smoke so it stands to reason with enough effort they can be made to give off fire.
She strikes the vape pen on the pavement until it bursts into flames, then she lights the garbage and contemplates her future.
>Big brawl coming; six braves wage war with sticks, ladders, and chairs
>Prove mettle with metal. Stop another warrior's ambition with stop sign. Give black eye with shinai
>Little Beaver understand. If she wants to do battle she must bring partner to war dance
