Fritz scoffed at the very thought of it. The very thought! Hearty chuckles bellowed from the depths of his velvety belly as Sebastian Squirrell told the chilling tale, sitting importantly perched atop a half-eaten acorn. "And then, you are drug down through the black tunnell of doom, without any say-so whatsoever in the matter, and plopped right into the odorous trenches, filled with doubting little unicorns JUST LIKE YOU", proclaimed Sebastian, not paying any notice to the smell of singed whiskers that floated in the air due to this whole thing taking place way too close to the small campfire that was lit earlier by someone else entirely.
"Liar!" yelled Fritz, and just then, the Yak of Death appeared from out of thin air and proceeded to dismember Fritz slowly, relishing each cry for help but rendering none, like a bystander at the fair when that minority child falls from the ferris wheel and nobody does anything but stare. It was like that, very much.
Soon Fritz breathed his last, and went to Hell, but Sebastian only laughed.... only laughed.
What a mean little squirrel he was.
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