He's Coming for you...
Can you feel it? The cold sharp talons, black and unfeeling? the Gentle brush of downy fur, tickling at your backside, and fluffy and puffy white ears gently sliding past your ankles? He dances from tree to tree, the stink of alcoholic eucalyptus fresh on his breath, the bark of tree grinding under his small grip, like that of poorly marketed action figure featuring a supposedly-Kung-Fu-vice-like-throttling-a
He'll drink all day, fight like a frothy demon with penis issues and still have time to climb in your daughters windows and give her something to hang her towel's on.
He IS, the KOALA!!!!
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