The turtle's face is home to an insipid smirk, as if to say, "I, the turtle, am way the fuck better than you." You see, the turtle knows that in the event of a pissed off passer-by, all he has to do is curl up into his hard little shell and wait for the on-coming torrent of fury to blow itself out. That bastard will simply tuck his mother fucking head into his shell and then laugh and laugh as his frustrated attacker tires himself out with little to show for his efforts. What the turtle didn't plan on, however, is chemical warfare. That's right. With technology being what it is today, we no longer have to beat away at the turtle's indestructible shell for hours on end. Rather, we can just gas that asshole out. And then, when its choking on the noxious fumes, we can rabbit punch that fucker in the groin. And, as if that weren't enough, while he's grabbing at his crotch in anguish, we can shove his own feces into his mouth and then plug his nose so that he is forced to swallow his own excrement in order to breath.
The turtle an unbeatable foe you say? I think not.
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