Sun Mote Copse you think i wanna go back to wyoming.

Well bully for god damn Sugar Glider than this ordeal was a fascinating experience instead of a dang shit show as it was for Penn. The boy squirmed and whimpered and whined as he tried to regain his bearings and get his peets back underneath, only to be thwarted by his fly-sized sister once again. He instinctively tucked his head down to rescue his throat from gumming and kicked out with his front paws to bang her face away from him. He missed, of course. She had the advantage of sight whereas he had the advantage of nothing whatsoever. But at least she had missed his throat and merely began giving him a hickey on his neck.

His previous attempts at rescuing himself now failed, the boy wasn't sure what to do. So, he cried as loud as his lungs would allow in hopes that someone else would save him from the adorable little leech that was currently attempting to murder him.