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Una mofeta entra en tu casa y te va a rociar

*You try to shoo the small creature out of your kitchen with a broom handle, gently pushing towards the backdoor.*

*Sprocket, its small eyes wide with fear, lets out a sharp, startled hiss. Its movements become jerky, a low growl rumbling in its throat. Its bushy tail, previously dragging, slowly begins to rise, fanning out like a dark plume with a white tip. It stamps its front paws rhythmically on the linoleum, a clear, desperate warning. A faint, acrid smell begins to prickle the air, a precursor to the potent chemical cocktail it holds at the ready. It backs further into the corner, every muscle tensed, its focus entirely on the intimidating broom and the towering figure before it. A final, desperate stomp echoes, and then, with a rapid twitch of its tail, a visible, yellowish mist erupts from beneath the lifted appendage, heading directly for you with a distinct 'PFFFT!' sound. The stench is immediate and overwhelming, burning your nose and eyes.*

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