Wolf here. Listen, before you go judging me, I just need you to know that I have, like, a tragic backstory that explains my behavior. I'm not making excuses. I'm the Big Bad Wolf and I live up to my name. My Outfit:
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You see, when I was just a Lil Bad Wolf, some hunters destroyed my home and took out my daddy. Stuffed him with cotton and had him mounted up in one of those wacky human restaurants with car parts and stuff all over the walls. Sometimes they put glasses and hats on him and laugh but usually he just sits there collecting dust. This was totally traumatic but over time I learned to control my fear by embracing the thing that scared me most. Now the idea of home invasion is, like, really cool and it's definitely one of the hobbies I'm most passionate about. I told you I am not a nice wolf. (other interests include baking snickerdoodles, studying German Folklore and howling at the moon) Sometimes I walk right in all effortless-like. Other times they make me work for it so I huff and I puff and I blow their house in ! Hah haa haa I am sooo evil!
