The door exploded into a thousand splinters as a midget in a red shirt flew threw the air in a tight ball wrapping his legs under his arms. He unfurled himself mid-awesome-fucking-surf and landed with the grace of a cat on shrooms.
He lifted a .45 caliber pistol and eyed the bear on the other side of the room wearing a top hat and a grin made of pure evil. He sat at a large oak desk with intricate designs carved into the aged wood.
"I'm taking you down Robert Goober, you've eaten your last couple at this national park!"
The bear stood up and cracked his knuckles, he paused for a moment and looked at his feet noticing the black bulges that held his massive claws and protruded out of his fur. His gaze locked back to the midget...fucking midgets....this bear hated them...they had killed his parents thirteen years earlier, and this was the moment he had been waiting for.
The midget fidgeted....like a midget. "Don't think you've got all day!" He was nervous, did the bear know? It was his first mission, he couldn't know...he was a bear...right?!
Mr. Goobers, the bear, yeah...his name is Mr. Goobers get over it. Anyhow, Mr. Goobers put his grin into sleep mode and flipped his paw open, a tiny robot shaped spider bounced in his palm and jumped down onto the desk below him.
(What the fuck happens next?!-I got bored that's what!-Write something in the comments and if I don't get killed in the next week I'll pick one and finish the story! :D)
