Quack.
My flesh-coloured form tightens up beneath my body armour. The sausage fingers of my massive human hands grip the trigger of the SMG with white-knuckle desperation. The tiny eyes halfway up the huge head which forms the majority of my unnaturally lanky form spot it. A flash of green. I open fire mercilessly. Blood and bullets fly for 30 seconds. I’m still standing. Shaken, panting, and staring at a perfectly cooked bird on a plate.
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