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Chapter 7: Rude girls and Stupid Accents
It was a beautiful Saturday morning in New York. Everyone was happy, especially a little girl pulling her mom into a pet store. They walked in and the small girl squealed at the sight of so many animals.
"Welcome to Cuddly Cuties, where we give our furry friends a home," A tall man with a fury lion-themed jacket said with a pained expression.
"Um...hello, we're just browsing today...come along Lulu," The nervous mom eyed the man and his barely concealed chest suspiciously. She was dragging her daughter into another aisle when Lulu spoke up in an obnoxious vice.
"Your accent is stupid," She stated matter-of-factly.
"I'm so sorry Mr..." Her mom trailed off.
"Kraven the hunter. And has it occurred to you little girl, that maybe you're the one with a stupid accent?"
"Excuse me but I want to see your boss, you can't just talk like-" Lulu cut her mom off.
"It's fine mommy, Mr. Mustache doesn't have anything better to do than insult little girls, Dolly thinks it's sad," Lulu smiled sweetly, gesturing to a doll she was carrying.
"How dare you insult Kraven! I have killed more animals than you can count, and what I hunt, I consume, and what I consume, I become!" He yelled.
"Maybe you should try consuming a salad before you leave your jacket open..." Lulu muttered.
"Enough! Come on Lulu, we're leaving!" The woman huffed before marching her daughter out of the pet store and away from Kraven, who practically had smoke coming out of his ears.
Later...
"How's the first day going partner?" A cheery looking blond man waltzed into the main pet store from a room in the back. He seemed to be the manager.
"I hate this job," Kraven responded enthusiastically
"Well that's no good, you wanna know what makes my blues disappear faster than you can say furry friends?" The man had a thick Western accent.
"No," Kraven didn't even bother looking at the overly happy man.
"Saying our catchy slogan! Say it with me now!"
"Welcome to Cuddly Cuties where we give our furry friends a home," Kraven droned monotonously with his manager.
"Ahh. You know, nothing gives me quite the same joy as working here. I've worked here all my life. I didn't even want to be a pet store manager when I as young an all. Why I wanted to be a ballerina, imagine that! But my pa said to leave the tight-wearing to girls and find something else to be. So I came here, always loved animals. But sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to be a ballerina...show my pa that men can wear tights...achieve my dream..." The man stared off into the store aisles wistfully. Kraven was bashing his head against the nearest wall slowly and repetitively.
"Well good talk chum! Say what's your name again...Raven! That's it! A bit of an odd name but I'm not one to judge, anyway, see ya tomorrow pal!" The man walked out humming a lively tune.
"I AM KRAVEN THE HUNTER!" Kraven yelled at the empty building. He raised his fists and accidently knock over a parrot cage. The flimsy metal door opened, releasing a blue parrot into the room. Kraven felt something wet drop onto his shoulder and easily identified it by the smell.
"I hate you," He told the bird.
"Braaawwk! Stupid accent! Stupid accent!" The bird screeched as fellow parrots throughout the store took up its call.
"Wait till I find a deep fryer," Kraven grunted as he set out to find either a new cage or a baseball bat (whichever he found first), and thought about his resignation letter...and the brick he'd probably attach it to.
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Wolf out...