There are chipmunks scurrying about the bushes, getting leaves all in their teeth
They blow bubbles in each others hairs
Frivolous mongrels they be
Bubbles fly into people's mouths and they spit them back on the chippers
Ze chipmunks groggle and fly on all their faces
The war has begun of chipcunks and humans
They chip and slash and twirl us around
Our blood mats their fur, making it stick
and the flying makes them bleed on our faces
making them stick to our faskin
All beings eyes merge in fright
Their bleeding merging with ours
Thus making the combination of human and chipmunk blood babies that take over the world
The Chipcunkuman
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