Like a panther stalking prey in the dim gloom of the dusky sun, so I too will stalk my prey in the dim gloom of a dusky sun - I mean bar. When I find my prey, drinking amongst the herd at a watering hole - I will pad quietly up behind, and POUNCE! My claws and fangs rending flesh as if were paper mache! I will growl a warning growl at the other members of the herd, intimidating them.
I guess that really didnt make sense, but I like to think I am a panter sometimes. I mean panther.
I guess that really didnt make sense, but I like to think I am a panter sometimes. I mean panther.

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