Look Out, Tiny Squadron
I Bear-Bear have a very troublesome issue that must be addressed immediately. On the evening of December the 29th, 2018, I Bear-Bear issued a warning to a certain magenta-shaded, shapeless, dopey-voiced, wannabe, boring, stupid, deeply unattractive bear. (Blob) I warned Blob that he was encroaching upon my sacred territory and that if he did not vacate my niche posthaste, I Bear-Bear would be forced to resort to unethical means in order to rid myself of him. Unfortunately (for Blob lol destroying him was my pleasure), he did not heed my warning. On the evening of January 5th, 2019, Blob was decimated. Destroyed. Annihilated. Obliterated. Exterminated. Liquidated. Eradicated. Eliminated. Extirpated. Crushed. Squashed. Baked. Fried. Sizzled. Kaput. Kablooied. Thanosed. And although I Bear-Bear watched as he turned to dust beneath my intimidating form, there are some who doubt me. I am beginning to believe that they are right. This morning, I Bear-Bear received an anonymous em...