I toss the crushed car high into the air and catch it in my cavernous mouth. Holding little Thurston up near my mouth so that he has a front row seat, I chew with my mouth open and then swallow. I notice something moving on the ground out of the corner of my eye. It is a huge grizzly bear. I lean down and pick it up with my free hand.
You would love to see my victim's face as I hold my hands close enough for him to see as I explain to him, "Definitely a male. My best bet would be about 800 pounds. What are you, like 160?" He freaked when I hit his weight on the penny. That means that the bear is probably really that heavy if I estimate that accurately. "Boy does he have some big claws."
I pinch the bear between my fingers and hold it over close to the cowering little man. The bear is lashing out and growling with teeth gnashing. "What is that? Did you say you always wanted to wrestle a bear?"
I am laughing at Thurston. His barf stained clothes now show that he is pissing himself in sheer terror. I could either have them wrestle on my big belly or just eat the bear for a nice snack.
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