It was another cold, frosty night in the forest, indistinguishable from any other, though there was a profusely strong smell coming outside of the cabin. May I leave the reasoning of it up to your imagination. Covered all over in white fur, this panda wore an old officer's outfit. Who knows how he got it, we aren't anywhere near France. However, the story goes on. With his rosy cheeks and quite a dull expression, he opens the front door, smelling the horrendous odour coming from under the porch he regretted his choice and went back in.
Inside his partner of crime (obviously not literally for all we know) was cozied up by the fireplace. Still, quite cold considering he only had a thin denim rag over him. Sure they were close, and the only friends each other had, it didn't mean they could handle each other. If you were spending days in a small cabin covered in human waste because of Napolaen's 'Casting Couch Christmas Spectacular' you'll be pissed too. "If you don't fuckin' get your near-extinct ass out that fucking door I'll nuzzle you so hard you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a Jap and a Zipperhead. Do you hear me? What do I look like to you, some sort of pumpkin freak straight out of the patch?" Btuch screamed at the panda.
TO BE CONTINUED
