Wait ‘til you see this one, you fuckers
He belched and tugged up his dirty jeans. He decided to change into his camouflage pants. Might as well act like the real deal if he was going after the real deal. He pulled down his two rifles from over the television and took out a box of fresh ammo. He breathed hard and his fingers fumbled a little with the cartridges.
A fucking tiger. Let’s see you laugh at this, boys.
He could hardly believe his luck.
“Woo hee! Come on, Rock, Hulk. We got us some huntin’ to do!” The Rottweilers stood and stretched, their big mouths yawning.
At the rear of the subdivision, the eight-foot-high back wall of Thousand Oaks was directly behind his trailer.
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