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DON'T POKE THAT! | fuz | 2

 

My pal Toad steps closer and grabs up a rock the size of a hen�s egg. � Not gonna be so big when I kill it. I think I�ll hang this on the wall with my trophy big mouth bass!� Toad hops and throws his choice projectile like an 80mile per hour fastball. Whizzing through the air, the thrown stone thumped, dead center of the freak thing. Three of its legs clung to the cable cobweb. Recovering, the monster hauled its distended abdomen high up the tangle of thorny limbs to a snow white silken sac, where it hissed like a python.� Whoa!� said Toad.
"I have a really bad feeling about this..." I tell Toad.

 

That thing looks like an egg-sac, geez, what do I do about 50,000 baby monsters?!?

 
 
 

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