Battle Royale with Cheeze

The left swing down with the butt of the gun followed by the jab from the right. Left foot connects with right cheek and gun swings from under to up. The battle is on.

Instinct, fury and sheer pleasure of participating in the war fuels the ferocious stuffing contest. Who cares if it is a paint ball game gone wrong. The cause shall live on.

Not that either of them know exactly.. to the last dusty bit of fluff in 'em what cause that might be.

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I ate my valentine!

Falling to the floor in complete misery valentine bear cried her little button eyes out. In a fit of fluffy hunger she had eaten the treasured memento of her true love. Staining the stomach fluff was now the sugar heart that read 'I miss you already'. Her only hope now was that he would not ask to see it.

Sleep in Bear

As the bright light hit the fluff Sleepin Bear refused to acknowledge it. It was too early. Of course this was expressed as "nuuuuhhhhhh" and Sleepin Bear turning away from the sun.

F off I'm Thinking Bear

Just leave. Shut up. I can't think with all that racket. My fluff hurts to circumvent your large bladder of ignorance. I don't have a nice bone.. I just have fluff. Piss off and let this bear think.

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