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John stalked his prey carefully, waiting for the right moment to strike. His prey was swift, cunning and he couldn't afford to miss his chance. He finally saw an opening and pounced.
John pinned his prey to the ground, ignoring the shrieks and avoiding the kicks as it tried to flee. Finally accepting its fate, sensing the inevitable, it calmed.
Finished with the job, John was already turning green from the godawful stench in the room.
"Tomorrow, Sammy, we are going to work on potty training."
Sam blew a raspberry, pulled off his fresh diaper and ran down the hall.