Jeem Bo watched the shadows and waited, in the light of the full moon he took a hit from the bottle of Slate and eyed the shadows of the forest warily.
"Dat Moose sound was da sound of da infamous Gaymoose of Watamakan, why oh why does it continues to stalk me afta all deese years, Mun?" He said to the darkness.
He watched the shadows.
They watched him back.
"And it wasn't even a gay Gaymoose till I implied it was a gay moose. I bought this on mahself. Mun"
The Shadows moved...
"So we meet again my old enemy" Said Jeem Bo taking another swig of Slate and blowing a smoke ring towards his behooved nemesis.
"Dats de only ring you'll be seein' tonight yer antlered freakjob!"
The Gaymoose of Watamakan stepped out of the shadows to reveal itself in all its horrible glory.
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