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Game 2 Outline |
"Ok, seriously, give me the cookies," says Albert, tired of watching you indulge your regained sense of taste.
"Oh come on, this is nowhere near how much he was..." you start, trying to hold the cookies out of the gators reach, but Albert manages to grab one end of the box, ending up with you two in a tug of war over it.
"I... said... you've... had... ENOUGH!" says Albert, finally pulling the box down so you lean in, then headbutting you, finally pulling the box out of your grip.
You see stars for a moment and feel a falling sensation as you fall back. You hit the floor and roll backwards, which doesn't make sense given your size. Then you open your eyes and see Rick laid out on his back. You look at your hand and see the froggy digits once more. Looks like Albert literally knocked you out of him.
Rick then groans and sits up again. "You didn't have to do that!" he says. then snatches the cookies back as Albert approaches, the Gator too concerned to have remembered to keep his grip on it.
"Rick?" he says, "You okay?" he asks, reaching for the box again, but Rick pulls it out of his reach, chomping down on a handful and giving him the stink eye. "I'm fine," he says, "Seriously, I told you to lay off."
"Ok," Say Albert, backing off a bit, "Let's just stay calm."
"Oh shut up Albert," says Rick, "It's always gotta be your way, someone doesn't follow your standard, somethings gotta be wrong, did you ever think that this has nothing to do with you?!" He pushes himself to his feet.
"Rick you don't understand," says Albert, "My friend here is kind of a..."
"Demon, yeah, I heard everything," says Rick, which leaves Albert looking a little dumbfounded, "He's a demon of gluttony and you think he made me go berserk, well guess what, he's got nothing to do with it." he says. He stomps over to the couch and sits down, the sound of stressed wood audible as it takes his weight. He tips the cookie box and dumps the entirety into his mouth, chews and swallows.
"But..., wait... I'm confused," says Albert, puzzling over it, "What's going on?"
"Me mom called," says Rick, looking at the empty cookie box. "You know male Hyena are smaller then the females?" he says, "Well, no one told HER that, and I got three younger sisters. She's always been stressing me on being the 'runt' even though I'm the eldest. Always telling me I gotta work out, gotta eat all the meat and veggies if I ever want to catch up, and sugar would 'stunt my growth'. She called up today with pictures of me sisters fiancé, gushing over him because he's 'SO BIG'."
He whips out his phone and pulls up a picture of a female Hyena paired with an elephant, muscled to be sure, but still husky as elephants tend to be. "Seriously, she expects me to beat out THAT!" he says, throwing the phone to the other side of the couch. "I don't care anymore, I like sweets, I hate always working out trying to be bigger. If she wants an elephant sized son, I'll do it my way, eating the things I want." he says, getting up again and going to the fridge, looking through till he finds a can of whip cream and puts the nozzle to his mouth, spraying the contents into his mouth.
"Hey, hey, hey! That's my fridge!" yells Fred, running over and jumping up to try and reach the can, but unable to clear the hyena's belly. Albert looks dumbfounded, and sits down on the couch as Fred attempts to keep Rick from devouring everything in his fridge. You jump up on the couch, "At least we know it wasn't me?" you offer as a piece of good news.
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