Playing God. Isn't that so Ungodly. Your Conscience buzzing: Ungodly Hour. Who are these people? Control freaks? Predators? Victimizers? Puppeteer? Kick? Do they get some deviant thrills? Like role-playing Jim Corbett: For trifling, short-lived thrills and chills eh? What if this diabolic obsession backfires and boomeranges? Hey, Belgian hare? Big game eh? This is a musket skeet shooting. Ya, ya: a heavy large-caliber muzzle-loading usually smoothbore shoulder firearm; broadly: a shoulder gun carried by infantry. For trapshooting: My preferred choice of weapon is this: Ya, this -- my ancestral aborigine crossbow generously laced with frog-poison wooden not very that sharp -- left a little unhoned -- blunt trauma -- instantatenous coma -- of our Jungle invaders. Poaching is point-blank sacrilegious as well. This slingshot is just to cause distress to trespassers like you. You: Functional illiterate. I'm Mister Gunslinger. This six–shooter for juvenline -- repeat offenders: In a nutshell: Incorrigible Hooters. Yep. Are you retarded eh? Those right? Those are not only piscivorous. They're carnivorous -- omnivorous -- really real voracious. Those are real voracious alligators. This is not Lakshadweep island. Ya, neck-deep swamp! You can't even bleat or weep. Estranged but back again for second honeymoon. This jerk has Anterograde and Retrograde amnesia. Mister Fifty First Dates! Moron! Look how's he's grinning -- shameless fool. Cross-Eyed. Squinter. Those are honeymooners: Miss Gorger. Mister Devour. Undead and Unhappy Forever. Equally adept and agile even on this weedy turf. Zilch. Nothing would be left of you except remnants of carrion: A few stray uneaten, leftover chunks of dead and putrefying flesh. And, that's not their prenupital dance ritual whatever: They're like look Carnival Party Time! Aprodisiac! Lipovtian: Energy Drink from Tokyo, Japan. Hey, Honey I don't like the new one with Honey. Original Ginseng ya. Okay. Of course, HoneyPot. Anyway, without further aduie -- Let's kick this off now with a real quick hide-and-go-seek. Peekaboo! Blindman's buff / bluff. Yep, that's correct. 

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