"TAKE THAT AND THAT AND THAT AND... AROOO?"

You reach for a nearby baseball bat and go apeshit on his ass. Pounding and pounding away, you wonder why he isn't showing any signs of pain, let alone bleeding. You stop swinging for a minute and realize you picked up the wrong kind of bat. It's a fuzzy bat, for kids. You couldn't pulverize a puppy with this thing, let alone a giant ape-man who now wants to tear you apart.

You try to play it off by saying, "Heh, heh... just kidding pal! Heh, heh..." Of course, he sees right through your attempt to prevent any physical pain to yourself. "Just kidding eh? Lemme see that fuzzy bat then." he says. You chuckle, because no matter how strong he is, hitting you with the fuzzy bat won't hurt much at all.

And sure enough, he hit you with it a few times and it didn't hurt a bit. However, when he bends you over and shoves the fuzzy bat directly into your rectum, pain is exactly what you experience. All you can do is run out of the house with a fuzzy bat sticking out of your ass. So, you end up spending the night in fuzzy-bat-rectal-removal surgery while everybody else enjoys a crazy, polkarific Monster Party. Sucker.

START OVER, FUZZY ASS!