Path: usenet.ins.cwru.edu!agate!news.ossi.com!news.fujitsu.com!nntp-sc.barrnet.net!a uspex-gw.auspex.com!uunet!worm.inch.com!news.cloud9.net!news.sprintlink.net!pi pex!howland.reston.ans.net!gatech!news-feed-1.peachnet.edu!news.duke.edu!zombi e.ncsc.mil!cs.u md.edu!haven.umd.edu!hecate.umd.edu!usenet From: bjbrylaw@oyster.smcm.edu (bjbrylaw) Newsgroups: alt.devilbunnies Subject: Bryce Kicks Some Bunn Butt Date: 20 Apr 1995 22:42:24 GMT Organization: University of Maryland, College Park Lines: 70 Message-ID: <3n6o0g$nmn@hecate.umd.edu> References: <3n1o63$916@dewey.csun.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: mac2.smcm.edu X-Posted-From: InterNews 1.0.1@mac2.smcm.edu X-Authenticated: bjbrylaw on POP host oyster.smcm.edu Bryce was tired of this picknic thing it was geeting old. After trying to get all of those buggers out he gave up and rounded up his troops. Bryce thought that they had dicked around too much and had to get back to some good old butt kicking. " Everyone here? Charlie squad? Check. Jounior death Battaion? check. okay lets begin this breifing. As you all know I spent tha last month in my home state of Maryland. I decided that we need to kill of that evil Greenbell warren. I belive that they are conducting secret rocketry tests. I saw lots of rockets everywhere." Nameless WOMBAT "But sir that's the nasa spaceflight center not a bunn warren. that is a few miles down the road. Check the lucite map." "S**T your right. Never mind they are stinkin bunns anyway. To the planes boys." The WOMBAT transports flew off to meet the evil bunn menace on their teritory. As the aproached the drop zone they lined up and cliped on. The large cargo doors opened and streams of WOMBATs jumped out. It was a butiful sight. Orange parachutes reflecting the morning light. Sudenly charlie squad touched down. They imediatly secred tha area for the rest of the jump troops. Soon all of the men were formed up and ready. Bryce, at point, charged into the fluffy hord. His razor wire covered cricket bat cutting great swaths in the still slleping bunns. Machine guns sang ther stacato song as the violence ensued. As soon as the adult bunns were killed the realy fun began. The Jr. Death batalion, a organazational unit of ten to twelve year old WOMBATs, entered the fray. They did as they were trained. They smasked the kits with baseball bats, and strung others up with monfilament wire. On promising young wariorr was grabing two kits at once and smashing there skulls in. The young WOMBATs caputured many kits. The kits were buried up to their necks in the soft soil. With a roar old red started up. People had told Bryce that puttion a V-6 in a lawnmower was a bad idea but it sure was fun. Upshifing into second the metal beast aproached its pray. With a wet splish plop the first buns head was severed. After killing a few with his toy Bryce grew bored of it. "Achmed, fancy a bit of golf. Darn i seem to have only broaught two drivers." "actualy i was thinking croquet." "Whatever floats your boat." later as the sun was setting. Bryce was prety upset the last hundred stroke she had taken were all hooking to the right. He decide that he needed to sharpen his driver. Achmed on the other hand was polishing off two kits by placing his foot on one while he smashed its head into anothers. Bryce proad of the distruction he had created sat down on a pile of decapitated bodies. "mann that was a good day. How many did we off?" "Ughhh lots it think. More than a bunch but less then a butt-load." "good enough for me. Ensign write it down that we killed lots. Nad we only took ahhh 50% losses. Hey we are geeting better. Man I think we lost more during training" Young WOMBAT off killing a kit" Training? Bob did you get any training?" Bob" Not realy. I don't think WOMBAT trains anyone. I think they just see who survives and then they theach 'em on the job like" "ohh I get it. It's a trainee thing." "yep" Bryce--- This story brought to you in the spirit of sick and disgusting acts.