He didn’t ask for cartilaginous ass plates, but military science made him a warrior. And late at night when the nightmares come of innocents killed or twerking an enemy to death in a dark tunnel, he tells himself he did it to protect the other wombats in his unit. He sucks it up, soldiers on and does his duty.
He’s Cecil the Combat Wombat, and he’s seen some shit, man.
Scispry
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Cecil the Combat Wombat
