Here's a weird piece. It involves a newly turned face Seth who's not really good at being good but just give him time! He'll get it eventually!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this.
"Are you sure about this Seth? This is a little extreme," Bayley said, nervously. She peeked over the bush they were hiding behind to grab another look at the giraffe in front of them.
"No, your hat is extreme. This plan is just perfect."
Bayley pouted and she tugged on her tan safari hat that even had a hole for her side ponytail to poke out.
Seth sighed. "I'm sorry that was mean of me. I hope you're not sad now."
"You just have to realize your words have an effect on people," Bayley lectured.
Shrugging, Seth explained, "I know they have an effect… The whole being nice thing is something I haven't done for over two years. You can't blame me if I'm rusty and the occasional heel comment makes an appearance."
"I understand, Seth. You're going to need a lot more good guy therapy and anger management courses with Dr. Shelby, but hang in there, buddy! You'll get it eventually!"
"I've actually been meeting with Kane since he graduated from those anger management classes, and when he's not trying to actively drag me to hell, he's a nice guy," Seth said as he adjusted his hold on the extraordinarily large gun.
"But as I was saying before, Intern Eve insisted I do something for Finn, and mumble mumble mumble."
"Wait, what was that Seth?"
Seth grumbled under his breath.
"Speak up! I didn't catch that!"
"Ugh okay, fine! I said, I kinda feel awful for the guy, especially since I know how terrible it feels to be out like that... So I want to do something to make him feel better."
"Awww," Bayley said with a big grin. "I really want to hug you now."
"Ahh...I'm not ready for that," Seth said, awkwardly. He picked up his gun and focused its sights on the giraffe. "Okay Bayley, all I have to do is line up the shot and BAM! We'll have our own little Get Well Soon gift for Finn."
"Umm, Seth? What the heck kind of gun is that?"
"Uhh, a bazooka?"
"What! You brought a bazooka!? What the heck, Seth?" Bayley screamed.
"You said we needed something strong!"
"I meant a strong dosage for the tranqs! We wanted to tranquilize the giraffe, not blow it to pieces! Why on earth would we give Finn chunks of barbecued giraffe?! We want to make him feel better, not traumatize him!"
"You might have a point there...Now that I think about it, Finn isn't the type of guy who'd enjoy an animal carcass… We're not talking about the Boogeyman here," Seth mused.
"How did you manage to sneak that in? You'd think the zoo would have confiscated it…"
Seth shrugged. "I wanted to go to Africa and go all out, but noo, Miss Hugger insisted that was a bad idea."
Bayley grinned. "Because that's a terrible idea."
"So what do we do now? You don't want to kill a giraffe, and I don't even think we could mail one safely. It probably would spoil. No one would feel better if they got a burned, rotten giraffe corpse in the mail…"
"Eww Seth!" Bayley shoved Seth, lightly. "Let's just get him a stuffed animal from the gift shop. It's less illegal!"
"Sounds good to me!