Heheh... oh this one is just too much Okay, I know, this subject theme _is_ somewhat serious... but still... the looks on those two faces are just priceless... Kuger has the face of an attitude problem, and Bullseye looks ready to splatter Kuger over the walls *RUN YOU FOO RUN! *

This here is a random future scene I came up with recently. Kinda adds some suspense and stuff, that you all know I am so good at putting in Drama drama drama! *sings merrily* *bricked* I thought of this... know how Bullseye has fathered three kids right? And he has no clue about them, and they don't know who he is? But considering they're all in the same city... they _had_ to have stumbled across each other somehow So here's Bullseye's "first meeting" with his youngest "bastard son" Kuger, (lynx/warthog hybrid), that I made a big story of (info: Bullseye is 29 and Kuger is 12 years old) :


"The child ran fast through the alley, trying to keep out of sight from his pursuers. He knew he had to keep running, and fast, if he was going to get away from them. They'd clobber and beat him good, he knew well, if they got their hands on him. Cursing under his breath, through the rapid panting, Kuger thought of his bad luck of being the one with the short straw, that day."

"He was now running out of the alley, out into the open street. He hardly ever ventured out there on his own, but he figured he'd be able to lose them easier in a crowd. He jumped up onto a crate, and leapt down onto the pavement. He turned around to see how close they were, and not watching where he was going, slammed into someone. He felt what little air he had leave him, and fell to the ground. Panting, he darted his gaze up to see who it was..."

"Bullseye had been browsing downtown, for no reason really, just a walk. He had alot on his mind at the time. He'd been on the phone with his brother Chislett all morning, who'd practically talked his ear off. He'd reminded Bullseye that it was Goresky and Jacque's fourth anniversary next Wednesday. He snorted. And Chislett was telling him this 'why'?" <--- (hahah... fear my comic relief )

"Bullseye didn't see the present and older kid until it ran right into his side. "-Oof!" Bullseye grimaced, pain stinging up and down his side. He stared down, and saw the boy, looking back up at him, in similar shock. They both said nothing for a minute. But then Bullseye's wits recovered, and realizing that some young imp of a boy had just crashed into him, he snapped, "-Hey... why don't you watch where the hell you're runnin' at, kid?" Immediately, Kuger's ears flattened. He didn't like the tone of the warthog's voice at all. Plus, there was nothing he hated more than being told what to do, especially by adults, 'grown-ups' who thought they knew everything and always bossed and pushed kids around. Showing that he wasn't afraid, Kuger simply stood up, dusted off his clothes, and scowled up at him, fiercely, "-Why doncha MAKE me, ya grey-beared snaggletusk!" Bullseye stared at him, cold and hard. The kid was little. The kid was goth. The kid had ran into him. The kid was giving him sass. And the kid even called him OLD... wasn't that just RICH. A twitch stung one of his lower eyelids. *-Why that little sonuva-* The adult warthog wished he could reach over and give the kid's quirky, pierced ears a good box. *That'd teach the puny brat to yap back like that!* he thought. But he knew that wasn't such a good idea, considering there were plenty of witnesses around and he wasn't a child beater or anything. He'd just have to use 'verbal' abuse and intimidation instead. He could do that. He slowly leaned over, looking the frowning boy in the eye, and scowled even darker and wider. Then out of nowhere, his calm steady angry look turned into an ouburst. "BEAT IT, SHRIMP!!!" he shouted. Kuger might've been brave, but he wasn't STUPID at this point. He stared back for just one second, then turned around and started running off. He knew that kind of tone and expression. It'd been on the bullies faces' just before and as they beat him up. At least that big guy had the deceny to use it as a warning, and let him off. Kuger'd thought for sure he was gonna get slapped or hit. Who knew? Bullseye watched the kid racing away, and shook his head, snorting in disgust. "-Stupid kids..." he muttered under his breath."


In short... like father like son I'm telling ya peeps, those two! That apple sure didn't fall far from the tree, now did it? Too much I say again... too much *dies*


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