Fuck Cowardly Bastard Hunters (For Cecil)
George was Cecil's mate. He was a bit pissed at his pal
not being here. Dead is what he was. Stone cold dead with head removed. The
dentist did it. George went to see him for a check up. After that, it was
payback. You know how it works.
"Your teeth are fine. Just a little on the large
side. Keep them clean and you won't have any problems."
Well George knew his teeth were fine. He cleaned them
well and ate lots of greens and red meat. Fresh red meat. Like the yummy
dentist. George smiled and remember what the dentist did to Cecil. His smile
vanished.
George sprung and got hold of the dentist. He licked his
face, his rough tongue taking off the dentist's skin, giving him a permanent
smile. It was a garish sight. His facial muscles were visible.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! What are you doing to
me?" screamed the dentist.
"For Cecil," replied George. "Payback is a
fucking bitch."
With four individual bites George broke all four of the
dentist's limbs. Then he padded round him, growling. His eyes never left his
prey, who cowered, whimpered and prayed to a God he never believed in, till
now.
The dentist found new inner strength and tried to move.
He crawled because his limbs were snapped like matchsticks. "Fuck you! I
enjoyed killing your friend."
"You murdered him and his six cubs. Seven lions you
killed. Seven. That's what the death of Cecil created. Now you must die!"
roared the spirit of Cecil, through George. His main stood proud and his eyes
gleamed with hate and revenge.
He went to work. His first bite nipped the dentist's
throat so he suffocated. Just before he was dead, George bit his head clean off
and then nosed it over the floor.
"Anyone for football?" The head rolled like a
ball. "Gooooooooaaaaaaaaalllll!!! This evens up the score."
The dentist was dead, like Cecil. Cecil was shot by a
rifle. The dentist paid a bribe and the rest is history, like the dentist.
Hunting big beautiful magnificent cats if not cool and for fucking cowards and
bastards. Fuck you hunters. RIP Cecil.
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