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Dude, do you have any idea what it’s like when you live across from some fields and a forest thing, and you have to keep your window open all night because of the damned infernal heat—only to lay there, eyes wide open, gritting your teeth in fright—because there seems to be a pterodactyl hunting in the wood?

Why does that bleedin' big owl orwhateveritis scream so loudly at ungodly hours?

*whimper*