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By Gundhramns Hammer
June 5, 2014
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He looked like human but he was not human. The old reptilian commander named Milk Gunsson tried to shoot but his gun was useless. His weapon had lost its firing power due ot the abundant oxygen in the Earth atmosphere.
He was supposed to be the best but now he was at his worst.
No fire meant imminent danger, so the human looking ET screamed for help as he stood in front of a beautiful lioness.
But before he was assisted by any member of his elite troop, the prey had vanished, good for the lioness, and the unthinkable had already taken place in the hidden place. He had crapped in his pants.
So much for hunting today, he thought. He decided to get back to his private ship to clean up his stincking mess.
The flock of swirling vultures that had already located the hunting party in expectation of the usual human messes went out of luck just for today. They will be back, they thought.
But all in all, everybody in the bush was happy to see these humans not so human or inhumans shaped like humans go, especially the lions, rhinos and giraffes who (they are who!) get their asses blasted (Video 1) to please a colony of anti-biospheric bastards.
Video 1. Africa´s trophy hunting shame.
But before the ass cleaning act, the whole thing was called off by Milk.
It was too dangerous to be hunting in the African savannah nowadays since they could be eaten (secret cannibalism is rampant in well-off humans) or shot by other hunters who look like hunters and act like hunters but are hunting for other stuff which is disguised as hunting stuff but is part of another stuff: Stuffed contraband stuff.
One single example of stuffed contraband stuff should be enough: The South Africa-Viet Nam Rhino Horn Nexus.
The sophisticated comforts of the airplane soothed Milk´s ego pain. He was restless and pissed off. The thought of not being able to shoot when he wanted to shoot was driving him more insane.
So as soon as he got home, he organised a party to warm up his smokeless gun (Video 2), a secret gathering with his friends who were also suffering from the same problem: Impotence of their extraterrestrial guns.
Insect deep conversation
A couple of flies on a acacia leaf were having a deeply meaninful conversation about life as a whole.
The older and more experienced fly said to the younger and naive one:
- These blood thirsty humans may be good at constructing gadgets, reshaping and destroying our world to make money but when it comes to the correct maintenance of the Biosphere they are complete assholes.
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