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I, Grubtub Fungus, am not a monster. Nor am I pro-war, fascist, or anything else that society deems ‘wrong’. So why is it that I am constantly harassed, and looked down upon by so many people?
A Grubtub life is a peaceful one. We’re not constantly rushing round, slaving over work and trying to scrape together our minimum wage to afford a brief escape from a miserably dreary life. I spend my time happily in the fields and hills of the countryside, enjoying the fresh air and beautiful scenery. I don’t bother anyone, and no one bothers me.
So why did I spend half of yesterday hopping like mad trying to escape from some young Earthwalkers who were trying to catch me? Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I don’t believe any Grubtub Fungus has ever chased you in the street, trying to get you to fill out a survey, or knocked on your door and spent half an hour trying to convert you to some dodgy religion. So why do I spend much of my time trying to escape from things intent on giving me a large helping of physical abuse?
It would be nice if just once, someone came looking for me to ask if I wanted to go on a picnic, or watch a film together. But the only time anyone seems to come looking for me is when they feel like a bit of gratuitous violence. I don’t recall any Grubtub Fungus having plans for world domination, or sneaking into towns under the cover of darkness to steal your kiddies away. No history records show a Grubtub trying to usurp power, or leading an army into war. So what reason does everyone have for taking it out on us?
Did a Grubtub Fungus ever hurl abuse at you in the street? Or urinate through your letterbox after a drunken binge? No. Did a Grubtub Fungus ever try and sell you double glazing over the phone? Graffiti or mug old ladies in the street? NO! So for heavens sake, leave us along!
We keep the soil rich, look after the flowers, some of us can even be used to make people feel better, and cure poisons. Does that sounds like the type of creature you’d want to obliterate from the planet? How do you sleep at night knowing that your eating such gentle, helpful creatures? All I ask is that we’re shown a bit of respect, and treated in a way we deserve.
I don’t do all this work just so some brute of a fox can thump me over the head with a large stick, just to use as fodder for his small companion.
I’m minding my own business, and
*WHACK*
Everything goes black.
A Grubtub life is a peaceful one. We’re not constantly rushing round, slaving over work and trying to scrape together our minimum wage to afford a brief escape from a miserably dreary life. I spend my time happily in the fields and hills of the countryside, enjoying the fresh air and beautiful scenery. I don’t bother anyone, and no one bothers me.
So why did I spend half of yesterday hopping like mad trying to escape from some young Earthwalkers who were trying to catch me? Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I don’t believe any Grubtub Fungus has ever chased you in the street, trying to get you to fill out a survey, or knocked on your door and spent half an hour trying to convert you to some dodgy religion. So why do I spend much of my time trying to escape from things intent on giving me a large helping of physical abuse?
It would be nice if just once, someone came looking for me to ask if I wanted to go on a picnic, or watch a film together. But the only time anyone seems to come looking for me is when they feel like a bit of gratuitous violence. I don’t recall any Grubtub Fungus having plans for world domination, or sneaking into towns under the cover of darkness to steal your kiddies away. No history records show a Grubtub trying to usurp power, or leading an army into war. So what reason does everyone have for taking it out on us?
Did a Grubtub Fungus ever hurl abuse at you in the street? Or urinate through your letterbox after a drunken binge? No. Did a Grubtub Fungus ever try and sell you double glazing over the phone? Graffiti or mug old ladies in the street? NO! So for heavens sake, leave us along!
We keep the soil rich, look after the flowers, some of us can even be used to make people feel better, and cure poisons. Does that sounds like the type of creature you’d want to obliterate from the planet? How do you sleep at night knowing that your eating such gentle, helpful creatures? All I ask is that we’re shown a bit of respect, and treated in a way we deserve.
I don’t do all this work just so some brute of a fox can thump me over the head with a large stick, just to use as fodder for his small companion.
I’m minding my own business, and
*WHACK*
Everything goes black.
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They did?
Then did he write this in his own blood or something?
I told the nurses not to let him have that toothbrush. I knew it would do nothing but harm.
Then did he write this in his own blood or something?
I told the nurses not to let him have that toothbrush. I knew it would do nothing but harm.
Ah yes, the crayons.
Thanks for reminding me to get the nurses to put another crayon picture of the outisde world up in your cell.
Thanks for reminding me to get the nurses to put another crayon picture of the outisde world up in your cell.
And he says I am crazy.
I thought they only let you draw pictures woth those crayons, WS.
I thought they only let you draw pictures woth those crayons, WS.
I, Grubtub Fungus, am not a monster. Nor am I pro-war, fascist, or anything else that society deems ‘wrong’. So why is it that I am constantly harassed, and looked down upon by so many people?
A Grubtub life is a peaceful one. We’re not constantly rushing round, slaving over work and trying to scrape together our minimum wage to afford a brief escape from a miserably dreary life. I spend my time happily in the fields and hills of the countryside, enjoying the fresh air and beautiful scenery. I don’t bother anyone, and no one bothers me.
So why did I spend half of yesterday hopping like mad trying to escape from some young Earthwalkers who were trying to catch me? Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I don’t believe any Grubtub Fungus has ever chased you in the street, trying to get you to fill out a survey, or knocked on your door and spent half an hour trying to convert you to some dodgy religion. So why do I spend much of my time trying to escape from things intent on giving me a large helping of physical abuse?
It would be nice if just once, someone came looking for me to ask if I wanted to go on a picnic, or watch a film together. But the only time anyone seems to come looking for me is when they feel like a bit of gratuitous violence. I don’t recall any Grubtub Fungus having plans for world domination, or sneaking into towns under the cover of darkness to steal your kiddies away. No history records show a Grubtub trying to usurp power, or leading an army into war. So what reason does everyone have for taking it out on us?
Did a Grubtub Fungus ever hurl abuse at you in the street? Or urinate through your letterbox after a drunken binge? No. Did a Grubtub Fungus ever try and sell you double glazing over the phone? Graffiti or mug old ladies in the street? NO! So for heavens sake, leave us along!
We keep the soil rich, look after the flowers, some of us can even be used to make people feel better, and cure poisons. Does that sounds like the type of creature you’d want to obliterate from the planet? How do you sleep at night knowing that your eating such gentle, helpful creatures? All I ask is that we’re shown a bit of respect, and treated in a way we deserve.
I don’t do all this work just so some brute of a fox can thump me over the head with a large stick, just to use as fodder for his small companion.
I’m minding my own business, and
*WHACK*
Everything goes black.
A Grubtub life is a peaceful one. We’re not constantly rushing round, slaving over work and trying to scrape together our minimum wage to afford a brief escape from a miserably dreary life. I spend my time happily in the fields and hills of the countryside, enjoying the fresh air and beautiful scenery. I don’t bother anyone, and no one bothers me.
So why did I spend half of yesterday hopping like mad trying to escape from some young Earthwalkers who were trying to catch me? Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I don’t believe any Grubtub Fungus has ever chased you in the street, trying to get you to fill out a survey, or knocked on your door and spent half an hour trying to convert you to some dodgy religion. So why do I spend much of my time trying to escape from things intent on giving me a large helping of physical abuse?
It would be nice if just once, someone came looking for me to ask if I wanted to go on a picnic, or watch a film together. But the only time anyone seems to come looking for me is when they feel like a bit of gratuitous violence. I don’t recall any Grubtub Fungus having plans for world domination, or sneaking into towns under the cover of darkness to steal your kiddies away. No history records show a Grubtub trying to usurp power, or leading an army into war. So what reason does everyone have for taking it out on us?
Did a Grubtub Fungus ever hurl abuse at you in the street? Or urinate through your letterbox after a drunken binge? No. Did a Grubtub Fungus ever try and sell you double glazing over the phone? Graffiti or mug old ladies in the street? NO! So for heavens sake, leave us along!
We keep the soil rich, look after the flowers, some of us can even be used to make people feel better, and cure poisons. Does that sounds like the type of creature you’d want to obliterate from the planet? How do you sleep at night knowing that your eating such gentle, helpful creatures? All I ask is that we’re shown a bit of respect, and treated in a way we deserve.
I don’t do all this work just so some brute of a fox can thump me over the head with a large stick, just to use as fodder for his small companion.
I’m minding my own business, and
*WHACK*
Everything goes black.
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