>>16382034https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0xNQj3VNcMA sudden noise brings Miss Leading back to her senses before she can explain herself, she breaks the hug in an instant when it hits her that she might have let too many cats out of the caboodle.
"RUUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFFF!"
"LET LET, RUFFLETTTT!
"RUUUUUUUUUFFFFLETTT!"
A titanic horde of Native American Rufflets surround you and Miss, all armed with bow and arrows, ready to cap an ass into you AND your picnic. Three of them drag a subdued Froakie behind them, tied up in a net with a
Ferrothorn.
"RUFFFFFLET, RUFFF!!!"
Some knoll guard he is.
As it turns out, the hill used to belong to them before the Unfezant sent them away on a depressing trail of tears, and now that she's dead, they've come back to reclaim their territory as theirs.
You take a drumstick from the basket and chew on it two or three times, making sure that your final meal before your interpreted death is savory and delicious. After swallowing it, you heave a sigh.
"Fuck."
The Rufflets jump you and Miss unremittingly.
>END. 