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You got that damn right.

Ah-uh. What’s your tussle with one?

I didn't tussle. I had the good sense to stay behind the bush where I was. I'm no coward, but like you said, you don't mess with a chupacabra.

... Did you?

Sounds like you know how to pick your fights.
*Shrugs.* Lets just say I was helping the two legged variety --- house clean. Moral of story, don't question the cleaning products they want to use.

.... I'm sorry... Did you have even more 'shrooms than I did?

That. Or, I could’ve been dropped on my head a lot as a baby.

*snorts at that*

I don't know what t'ask first: Why you was helping a chupacabra house clean, or what was so wrong 'bout his choice of cleaning products?

In some cases ignorance is bliss. Though I don’t blame you for the curiosity, I’m curious about what you saw from behind the bush.

Never been one t'crave a state of bliss...

It was like a big damn dog. Now don' go sayin' it was a wolf. I know what a wolf looks like, and it weren't this. It had a short coat and a pinched up face, looked hungry for everythin'.

Lucky you.

Ah-uh, sounds a lot like the one I know. So what happened after you got an eyeful?

Speaking from experience?

I’ll let you know when I figure it out for myself.

You don't know if you have had a beef with a chupacabra? How is that even possible?

*Shrugs.* Put it this way if someone asks you to help clean their house, you don’t question their cleaning products.

[The... what...?] Yeah you do. If they either don't make sense or may prove dangerous to you. Otherwise you're an idiot. No offence intended.

Yup. None of that matters any more right about now I am thinking of bed, bath and alcohol.

I have beer, rum and some fancy schmansy Chinese wine if you want company with that alcohol.

Thank you, no. My sister taught me never to accept candy from strangers.