The End Of Aminal Wars!

Finally, after millions of months of training, the elite squad of black boo kings is set to face off against Mini-baa, poor thing. Let's do this!

The BBKs wake up in the morning and immediately down a couple shots of depresso to gets themselves revved up. But... oh, no... Mini Baa has injected sedatives into their coffee beans obernight. Oh man, I almost don't want to continue...

But since I'm so grofessional, I'll report the story from a neutered point of view eben though I don't like it. Maybe that way chicks will like me and I'll be able to hide my low self-esteem.

So here's how it went, unfortunately: Mini Baa crushed the BBKs at ebery turn. Once they were rendered dazed and sleepy, he slid down a wire dressed in camelflage and set up C4 charges everywhere in their camp. Moments later, boom, the black boo kings were regulated to the history books.

Mini Baa wins the competition and is the unlikely precipient of the Dennis Fictitious Prize of Complete Worthiness. This means he is being recognized for being in the same class of coolness as me, but remember this is all theoheretical. In real life of course he wouldn't stand a chance, but since the duffies and me just signed a record deal and I want to wrap this up really bad, I'll allow him the honors.

So there you hab it, folks. Mini Baa wins the Animal Wars competition! Good job, MB. Now go tell your grandpa that he owes me 10 wool for that bet we made.

MINI BAA WINS!!!

The bipolar bears are still crying, though.

Dennis J. Moo Moo, signing off.