Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet
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Galen snarled, "Fine. Again!"
He turned his Deathcharger for a second charge—
But the Deathcharger suddenly froze.
Its flaming skull eyes flickered.
Something felt… wrong.
Greg was attempting something "advanced."
"PLUMP FEATHERSTRIKE!" Greg screamed heroically. "ATTACK POSITION!"
He slapped the bird's left buttcheek.
Plump Featherstrike thinking this meant "move"—
—began waddling forward with adorable, pathetic determination.
Greg wobbled like a man riding a slippery water balloon.
The crowd roared with laughter.
But then—
Then it happened.
The Deathcharger lowered its skull face to roar—
And Plump Featherstrike did the unimaginable.
It puffed up—
Its chest ballooned—
Its wings spread like a dollar-store dove of war—
And it unleashed a mighty, heroic—
"COOOOO!!!!"
And with that battle cry—
It pecked the Deathcharger directly in the eye socket.
Right in the ghost flame.
Right. In. The. Soul. Window.
