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Bugs: Ehhhh what's up, Doc!
You got a tight little man-♥♥♥♥♥ on you don't ya? deep inhale ahhh it stinks! Nice and good.
Elmer: Ahhh you're horting me.
Bugs: Looks like this little rabbit's hoppin' down the ol' bunny trail.
Elmer: Please let me go mister bunny!
Bugs: Lookin' like a double wide surprise. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥...
Father of Bugs: Bugs, that's enough.
Look at you son. Look at what you've become!
Bugs: I'm what you made me to be, father!
Father: I'm so glad your mother isn't here to see this; God rest her soul. She would he heartbroken...
Father: Be the bigger bunny, Bugs! Let this poor man go!
Bugs: But they keep killing us, father! They keep taking! And TAKING!.. So many lives lost...
Father: Be the bigger bunny...
Bugs: I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for what I've done...
Father: I did it, Martha. I finally got through to him. Now you can finally rest in peace.
'That's All Folks' jingle
For you see, dear reader, the Vaporeon, standing at a modest 3 feet and 3 inches, weighing a mere 63.9 pounds, presents itself as the perfect vessel for such unnatural congress. Its biology, steeped in water and mystery, lends it a form capable of enduring the rigors of human intimacy. With its robust pool of health, fortified further by the forbidden knowledge of Acid Armor, this creature is capable of withstanding the cruelest of advances, its flesh supple yet resilient—an embodiment of nature’s twisted perfection.
Indeed, dear listener, the Vaporeon is built for such purposes, a horrifying testament to nature’s cruel indifference. Its towering defenses, reinforced by Acid Armor, ensure that it can weather the attentions of all shapes and sizes, returning again and again, hungering for more. Truly, it is a creature unparalleled in its design.*
AROOGAAAA! A monstrous howl, the jaw unhinged, the tongue unfurls, slithering like some hellish beast, born of ravenous hunger. It lurches, it writhes, stretching, consuming all within its path—woof… woof… woof, the maddening cacophony, relentless as it echoes in the hollow recesses of the mind.