Giant Hamburger

Near the thread's southern edge, I eye the frolicking users from the tall grass for half an hour, weighing my chances to take one down alone. I use my burger-like stealth, bun low, to slink closer, focusing on the one it will be. I ignore the clink of glasses and the staccato rhythm of laughter that drift over the sound of splashing water. Suddenly, I burst into a run as the startled TFPers scatter in panic. I sense the fear in my prey, as he begins an awkward sprint he realizes his terrible mistake, I am too close. The first swipe of my claws tears into his flank dragging him down to the ground. His limbs flail in one final mad attempt to fend of the inevitable killing bite. Troublebot’s last words are, “I fear that I am it.”
-GH