"Smush?" Mogey began. "Have you noticed that our South Strummian creeping mangrove plant has begun to creep a bit too fast?"
"You know something Mogey? I do believe you're right," Smush replied, glancing at the leafy vines rapidly advancing out of a ceramic pot and across the breakfast table. "Take care of it, won't you?"
Mogey rummaged around in the everything drawer until he unearthed a pair of rose clippers, then made his way back to the creeping mangrove to do some serious pruning. As he attempted to clip one of the main vines, the plant reared up, snatched the rose clippers from Mogey's hand, and punched him in the face with a leafy fist.
"Ow!" Mogey cried as he stumbled backwards, feeling more than a little dazed.
"You're such a wimp sometimes, Mogey," Smush said as he strapped on a pair of goggles, hefted a flamethrower, and fired it up with a WHOOSH.
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