Disbelieving ingenuous pups curiously travel to the woods at play, bark bark, in search of a sister long lost in legend, guided by hoaxes on trial by fire, unaware of omnipresent psychotic denizens, gleefully clattering while setting up camp.
And what to make of the legend, of the menace, the malevolence, terrorizing the Black Hills Forest for centuries, misguided punishments generating extremes eternal, no reasoning, no guilt, just blind infinite pernicious ambition, for anyone who comes near, for everyone entering the forsaken domain?
Be good they say, well-mannered, tip-top.
Criticize they say, contradict, rise up.
Occupy middle ground, regard each encounter as a fresh set of downs, proceed seriously, jovially, mischievously, passively, formidably, keep that yap shut, freely express every thought, beware of unknown exhilarations of maniacal metaphorical interpretations of attired discourse, as you seek that coupling, that panoramic, as punishment after punishment punishes your unwilful disobedience, and the subjects you choose to stitch and braise.
And flay.
The weather.
It was nice today.
Talk more.
Revolting.
Why are you so quiet?
You must be a snob.
I suppose the film's alright.
Not much to it besides what's to be expected and a clash between locals and outsiders.
And drones.
Classic let's do it again and cash-in.
Contextually.
Indubitably.
Happy Halloween!
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