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On the outskirts of Slineria, a small convenient store ordered a shipment of organic produce from one of the various surrounding farming provinces. While being transported via truck to to the convenient store--in a dryer part of the country, the front passenger happened to notice a peculiar figure in the reflection of his smart phone screen.

"Boss!" he shouted.

"Wha-what!" Clide--the driver exclaimed.

"There's a big lizard in the back of the truck!"

"Ugh! I thought we were gonna die or something! Don't startle me when I on the road!"

"That reptile's getting into the Glenda's eggs! It's a wild leptolapsus, Boss!"

"Simmer down and stop yelling! You're freaking me out and I'm driving!"

"Oh, and by the way, boss."

"Yeah?"

"You might wanna hit the breaks, you're gonna run into that-"

The vehicle collided into a broadcasting tower--decorated to look like a coconut tree--and that was the end of the truck.

Clide turned to his passenger and said, seething in rage, beat read in the face and said, "Whyyyyy didn't you tell me that sooner?" he pouted pitifully. "You scream because we're losing produce to a lizard, but you're calm and collective when we're in danger?"

Poof! the airbag inflated, squashing him against his seat.

***

Clide and Moose - the truck drivers for the convenient store - exited their respective doors to see some boxes had toppled.

"Oh, that's great..." Clide moaned.

"What do we do about the lepto?" asked Moose.

"We shoot it, of course! Get out Kim and make sure she's got ammo."

"Is that legal? Shooting a wild leptolapsus?" Clide asked, pulling out Kim, their handy M4.

"So long as they're a menace to farming or private property, they're supposed to be fair game...assuming proposition 99 doesn't change that next month!"

They strode over to the back of the truck where they saw the culprit--on whom Clide took aim with the rifle. The leptolapsus was lying on her side, smirking devilishly at them, holding an egg in her long, strong tongue. Clide immediately turned pale when he recognized who it was.

Tryx, Slineria's famous wild animal actress. She apparently had clawed in the exact value of the fee for harming her in the side of one of the boxes: a whopping 17,469,215 dollars and 17 cents! To add insult to injury, she had also gotten a hold of a red marker in the back and had drawn targets over some of her vital spots--except for her tail, which always grew back whenever a leptolapsus lost it.

Tryx swallowed the egg in her tongue and said aloud in lepto, "Hey boys. Oh, and a loaded gun! Are you thinking of shooting little me?" she grinned, waving a finger at them. "You naughty humans."

"Is that...who I think it is?" asked Moose, turning equally pale.

"Go on!" Tryx teased in lepto again. "I dare you. That's right, go for it! Make my day! I'm feeling lucky, punk! I'll be dead...but you'll be broke! Te-he!"

Clide's finger was on the trigger, and he wanted it off, if he ever wanted to see his wallet again. That, and he knew if he shot Tryx, he would go down in Slinerian history as that guy. He successfully managed to do so. Afterward he caught his breath and sat down on the box Tryx had clawed, Moose sitting with him, and the two just stared to Jupiter and beyond inifinty, contemplating what might have been their financial doom, or there being marked with the scurge of infamy.

Tryx spoke up one last time, getting to her feet and moving about the two men. "It's okay. Take your time, you can think about it. It doesn't matter anyway. Even you do shoot me, they can rebuild me with your fee money...only ten times better. Hey! I'd be the bionic lepto woman! Nye-n-n-n-n-n-n! Or, wouldn't it be hilarious if I wasn't actually Tryx but her stunt-double? Te-he! You'd be going crazy, cause my stunt double is a hi-poly 3D computer model. Of course, you can't improve on perfection!......By the way, you have any alcohol-based wipes in the front...I think this is permanent marker."

Description
On the outskirts of Slineria, a small convenient store ordered a shipment of organic produce from one of the various surrounding farming provinces. While being transported via truck to to the convenient store--in a dryer part of the country, the front passenger happened to notice a peculiar figure in the reflection of his smart phone screen.

"Boss!" he shouted.

"Wha-what!" Clide--the driver exclaimed.

"There's a big lizard in the back of the truck!"

"Ugh! I thought we were gonna die or something! Don't startle me when I on the road!"

"That reptile's getting into the Glenda's eggs! It's a wild leptolapsus, Boss!"

"Simmer down and stop yelling! You're freaking me out and I'm driving!"

"Oh, and by the way, boss."

"Yeah?"

"You might wanna hit the breaks, you're gonna run into that-"

The vehicle collided into a broadcasting tower--decorated to look like a coconut tree--and that was the end of the truck.

Clide turned to his passenger and said, seething in rage, beat read in the face and said, "Whyyyyy didn't you tell me that sooner?" he pouted pitifully. "You scream because we're losing produce to a lizard, but you're calm and collective when we're in danger?"

Poof! the airbag inflated, squashing him against his seat.

***

Clide and Moose - the truck drivers for the convenient store - exited their respective doors to see some boxes had toppled.

"Oh, that's great..." Clide moaned.

"What do we do about the lepto?" asked Moose.

"We shoot it, of course! Get out Kim and make sure she's got ammo."

"Is that legal? Shooting a wild leptolapsus?" Clide asked, pulling out Kim, their handy M4.

"So long as they're a menace to farming or private property, they're supposed to be fair game...assuming proposition 99 doesn't change that next month!"

They strode over to the back of the truck where they saw the culprit--on whom Clide took aim with the rifle. The leptolapsus was lying on her side, smirking devilishly at them, holding an egg in her long, strong tongue. Clide immediately turned pale when he recognized who it was.

Tryx, Slineria's famous wild animal actress. She apparently had clawed in the exact value of the fee for harming her in the side of one of the boxes: a whopping 17,469,215 dollars and 17 cents! To add insult to injury, she had also gotten a hold of a red marker in the back and had drawn targets over some of her vital spots--except for her tail, which always grew back whenever a leptolapsus lost it.

Tryx swallowed the egg in her tongue and said aloud in lepto, "Hey boys. Oh, and a loaded gun! Are you thinking of shooting little me?" she grinned, waving a finger at them. "You naughty humans."

"Is that...who I think it is?" asked Moose, turning equally pale.

"Go on!" Tryx teased in lepto again. "I dare you. That's right, go for it! Make my day! I'm feeling lucky, punk! I'll be dead...but you'll be broke! Te-he!"

Clide's finger was on the trigger, and he wanted it off, if he ever wanted to see his wallet again. That, and he knew if he shot Tryx, he would go down in Slinerian history as that guy. He successfully managed to do so. Afterward he caught his breath and sat down on the box Tryx had clawed, Moose sitting with him, and the two just stared to Jupiter and beyond inifinty, contemplating what might have been their financial doom, or there being marked with the scurge of infamy.

Tryx spoke up one last time, getting to her feet and moving about the two men. "It's okay. Take your time, you can think about it. It doesn't matter anyway. Even you do shoot me, they can rebuild me with your fee money...only ten times better. Hey! I'd be the bionic lepto woman! Nye-n-n-n-n-n-n! Or, wouldn't it be hilarious if I wasn't actually Tryx but her stunt-double? Te-he! You'd be going crazy, cause my stunt double is a hi-poly 3D computer model. Of course, you can't improve on perfection!......By the way, you have any alcohol-based wipes in the front...I think this is permanent marker."