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once upon a time there was a happy little woodland creature that was exploded by a missile and replacied by an airdropped traffick boss
traffick boss is in parachute talking on walkie talkie
traffick boss (on walkie talkie): “who exactly did i say i wanted to take the place of on this mission?”
missile screams toward ground at horizon
the airdropped traffick boss wasn’t familiar with being in a happy woodland
birds were chirping (after spending time in terror trying to mourn woodland creature) and happy moss was holding little spore things up in the sky
sunbeams were coming through the branches
a second woodland creature eventually approached traff—