The Meet

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I am the great Skittle. I am a well respected alpha scribble, and is it is my job to protect my marvelous territory. There's been some treasonous behavior recently, but I've dealt with them accordingly. However...
What's that...That putrid scent...? It reeks of...Something. Not something I like. I sniff around, searching for it. There's a slight wind, which makes this difficult and dangerous.
I continue to patrol the territory border, but I don't see it yet. I sniff and sniff, yet there's not a scribble in sight. Until...I see one. At first, I thought it was one of my own. I quickly realized I was wrong.
"HEY! WHO ARE YOU?!" I growl at it, to make it known to the scribble that I am an alpha.
The scribble does something absolutely preposterous. It growls back at me! Pretending it is an alpha?! How disrespectful!
"GET OUT OF MY TERRITORY!" It growled.
It's territory? What kind of joke was this brat trying to play? It wasn't going to work on me, for I am the greatest alpha of all time! This weak omega portraying itself as an alpha would feel the wrath of a true alpha.
"THIS IS MY TERRITORY, GET OUT!" I screeched, hoping it would notice my dominance.
If it didn't soon realize I was the alpha, this poor brat omega would have to suffer the consequences of messing with it's superior.
"NO, OMEGA! THIS TERRITORY IS MINE!" It screeched in return.
How dare this pathetic excuse of a scribble attempt to claim my territory as it's own?! This was going to get violent very, very quickly.
I reached out with my long, stringy, alpha arms, and struck the omega across it's pathetic face. I did a short victory dance to prove I was superior.
But then, it struck me back! Not only that, b than it proceeded to victory dance as if it had won! What was this omega doing, challenging me to a battle? Well, so be it! I would do anything to protect my territory from disrespectful brat omegas such as this one.
I struck the omega once more with a double whammy. One arm for each side of it's face. This brat wasn't getting away that easily.

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