Rufus tosses the penguin into the air and catches it, shaking it brutally six times. Dead, for sure. Then he tosses it up again. The sodden black-and-white fleece lands in his jaws exactly like an Emperor penguin in the maw of a leopard seal. Eventually the toy lacks an eye, one-third of a flipper, and the squeaker has lost its voice.
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I like the way you describe the toy without actually describing it.
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Perfection, dahlink.
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Oh, the brutality! But I smiled.
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Nicely done!
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