'Of fucking course the fucking flying lizard otter thing is being a bastard and having its presumed kits try and kill my family...well then, time for me to go otter fis-'
[Director I hate to interrupt, but can I bail from this battle?]
'Wait, what? I thought you'd want to take this opportunity to shine on the battlefield or something like that...'
[Normally yes, but I am getting a fuzzy feeling in my core that is telling me that there is something I need to do, well, someone I need to possess.]
'Oh! Okay...tell me where and who, I'll load you up on the way there.'
[Thank you, director. I do believe he is currently over...]
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The Zhen Clan of Stampeding Bison could best be described with the term, "rough and tumble, ready to rumble".
