Here, let me do that for you.
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Is this advice still good BD ?
BeaDy bare his fangs at Graystone, who quickly snatched his hand back. It was apparent the little guy was disturbed, it was hard to pin down exactly what made him shake like that. BeaDy lunged towards Graystone's foot like a little grey torpedo, Graystone considered the idea of kicking the little beast, but decided not to, not with a new Priest on the Advisory Committee, what if someone saw him do it. Something would be needed to keep the little beast in, no doubt about it. Graystone decided the best thing to do would be to build a fence that would keep little BeaDy in. The closest materials handy were unfortunately, BeaDy's droppings. Regretfully Graystone started to examine the coarse material he had to work with. It quickly became apparent that BeaDy ate a steady diet of questionable value, could this be the source of his shaking. The fence was crude, erected hastily (image of a shitty fence) but of course the main thing was, would it work. The little dog beast was easily bored and soon gave up his attempts to breach the fence. Feeeling spiteful he went to a nearby bush, one which never failed him, and relieved his tiny load onto his regular marking spot. His back legs kicked as he strutted his supremacy over the vanquished teenager Graystone, who lives in his parents basement. BeaDy sat in the warm sun and slowly stretched his legs out, grunting with satisfaction. |
