fuckyeah-animalcrossing:

I used to send threatening letters to the inhabitants of my town. Then I’d break into their homes when they weren’t there, and turn off the radio. Or worse, turn ON the radio. If by then they hadn’t sent a confused letter back to me, I would start leaving trash around their homes. Then the tree cutting. If suddenly one morning you got up and all the trees in your square on the map grid had been cut down, you knew you’d been marked for death. Then, finally, when you least expected it, the coup de grace: a killing blow from my trusty butterfly net, timed to coincide with the clock tower playing the Imperial March from Star Wars. Yes, the people of Ass Town would learn to fear my butterfly net. The very sight of my triangle-nosed face would in time be associated with the distinctive swish of butterfly net retribution, and the animal-folk would be forced to uproot and move to neighboring Butt City, but there they would find no peace, for Butt City was where my brother, the axe-wielding maniac, made his home.

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