The predator slammed his prey onto his dining area... Eyeing his meal with intense hunger, all the four small shelled ones could do were look on as he starts to pry open their armour, one by one. The torns gave no hope in defending again their maker's large palms. The first victim revealed his vulnerable, foamy insides with yellow flesh. Pulling onto its body, its parts came off slowly and soon put into the consumer's mouth. He chewed it ferociously, as if getting back for those scratches from the green shields. Fate of the rest followed suit.
His pets finished whatever leftovers before leaving the carcasses at the disposal. Scavengers would arrive thereafter. Concluding the sad story of how four D24 durians mysteriously disappeared from the face of the earth.
PS: Yay, finally applied for my basic theory test for my driver's license.
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