Due to your vengeful nature, you decide to go hunt for the person who stole your food. You trek through the muddy swamp looking left and right to see if you can find perpetrator. You even go and talk to a few other creatures just to see if they know anything. But sadly...they're clueless. You return back to your house and sit back down on the rock, sighing heavily and trying to figure out what you should do. Then...you caught something in the corner of your eye.
"What the..." you mumble to yourself.
You saw a fairly young man in black snickering to himself while holstering a giant white sack on his back that was about the size of your belly, or even bigger. There wasn't that much food in your little hiding spot, but when you asked one of your ogre friends what happened, he responded by saying that his food had been stolen as well.
"So...a bandit stealing from ogres huh? I'll show him!"
The bandit was still laughing in a mischievous manner when you abruptly belly flopped him to the ground. The man screamed in pain and tried to struggle from underneath you, but there was no use.
"I finally gotcha! Gimme my food back!" you demand.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" said the man in this innocent voice.
"Is that so?"
You sit up and get off the bandit so you could literally sit on his back, still pinning him to the ground.
"Now...what should I do to make you talk? I bet the other ogres would love to hear about you! Then again...my bowels have been acting up and I feel a strong 'wind' approaching..."
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